by mimi —The wind is blowing. The north wind circles the maze-like buildings and rushes toward the south-facing window with an angry sound. The wind is so strong that the window rattles noisily. The wind, having climbed up the steel frame, made a gloomy sound like a funeral march all through the dawn. Thanks to this, Joeon spent the entire night tossing and turning. It was a night when the sound of the wind was particularly loud. This is the fate of a city surrounded by a lake. As fierce as the wind is,…
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