Today’s wordage: 3,900
Today’s writing time: 2 hours
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Total writing time: 91 hours, 30 minutes
A small child in a stained red robe watched him solemnly.
“Away,” gasped Wang. “I am a dangerous man.” He tried to growl, to bare his teeth, but the child just laughed and ran off.
Soon enough, he did too. Either he would reach the boat or he would not. Meanwhile, the monk had been about…what?
Sometimes, Wang wished he had told the Kô to do his Imperial worst. Instead of chasing two magically impossible women halfway around the Northern Earth under the threat of his own death, he could be in his not-so comfortable office, drinking bad tea and piecing through ancient documents so distressed the odor of their rot made his eyes burn.
He smiled as he passed through the dusty streets amid the donkey shit and the spilled fruit and the press of foreigners.