The Draconian Woman. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen – The House With No Address November arrived wrapped in mist. The city seemed softer now. Morning light no longer burst over the rooftops with the confidence of summer. Instead, it arrived slowly, slipping between apartment buildings like a curious guest reluctant to disturb anyone. The trees had surrendered almost all their leaves. The sidewalks were painted in bronze and amber. Every passing breeze gathered the fallen leaves into little spirals that danced for a moment before settling again. Serakha had begun to enjoy these quiet transformations. In the Empire, seasons had been managed. Climate was engineered. Forests grew according to mathematical projections. Rain arrived exactly when agricultural systems demanded it. Nothing surprised anyone. Earth... refused such obedience. A sunny morning could become a storm by lunch. A forecast could be completely wrong. People complained about the weather every single day... yet somehow still found it charming. She found that...
