The night I was sent into the Royal Palace, snow was falling from the heavens.
One hundred and twenty silver lamps lined the steps, but their wicks were not made of cotton; they were segments of little finger bones coated in white wax.
Everyone said that as long as I sold my last box of matches to the Crown Prince, Baili City would survive this winter.
Only I knew that the flames capable of conjuring the scent of bread, the crackle of a hearth, and the warmth of a grandmother’s smile were not blessings from God.
They were the final dreams of children who had frozen to death in the streets.
Tonight, the Royal Palace was coming for mine.
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王宫只买冻死的梦
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text
Chapters
15
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