Summary
The first time Ah Heng smelled the fragrance of bone-blossoms was while she was scraping the bone of the Han Family’s Youngest Daughter.
That scent was frigid, seeping out bit by bit from deep within the human leg bone.
She lifted her blade, only to suddenly hear a man’s low chuckle from outside the window: “Take the lantern back with you. Don’t let it go out.” When she turned her head, all that remained in the wind and snow before the door was an Old Fox Lantern.
Its frame was bone-white, and its flame was a ghostly green.