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CHAPTER 37: Playing Hero in the Mud
Author: Rosehipstea
last update2026-06-04 12:21:34
The mist rolling off the Han River was thick enough to chew, carrying the bitter scent of wet ash from the slums. I didn't look down at the black-fletched arrow vibrating in the mud beside my straw sandal. I didn't need to. I knew the weight of that wood, the exact tension of the bowstring that sent it, and the lethal, sweet-smelling nightshade coating its iron tip.

Shadow Hounds. The lowest rung of the Shadow Assassination Hall. They were sent to track, harass, and bleed a target before the rea
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Hello, everyone! It's been a long time, and I'm so happy to finally be back. Thank you for your patience and for continuing to support my stories despite my absence. Your reads, comments, and encouragement truly mean a lot to me. Rest assured that I will be updating my ongoing stories more consistently from now on. I have a lot of exciting chapters and surprises planned, and I can't wait to share them with all of you. Thank you for staying with me on this journey. I hope you enjoy reading the upcoming chapters as much as I enjoyed writing them. Happy reading, everyone, and see you in the next update! — Author

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