StoryImpliedInai calls his scattered kin together, but none has yet taken a seat.
It has not happened yet. Inai's every word points forward, to a Confluence that approaches, is at hand, and trails its consequences behind it, a gathering that so far exists only as its architect's intention.
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Kaolin the Earth Spirit, an elemental force carved into a jade likeness of a great general and buried at the head of a funerary army of ten thousand stone soldiers.
Ties among this castKin of the celestial line who feud openly whenever they meet.
Kaolin is the brother who doubts. 'I suspected we might see your face, brother,' he tells Inai, and asks how the earth feels beneath his feet. The brothers, he warns, are not what Inai thinks they are.
has left the telling anyone who listens that the Great Confluence approaches. It has not happened: every line he speaks points forward. What he intends is a gathering of his own kind.
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