Mirror Beneath the Blade

Boram woke in someone else’s body with blood on his sleeve and a clan badge he did not earn. He was supposed to stay hidden as the crown’s shadow, fixing damaged records and broken tools with a bookbinder’s hands. Instead, he got dragged into public shame, a duel he did not want, and a clan that mistook silence for weakness. Sihwan, the sect leader’s prized disciple, made sure everyone saw the new boy bow low. Boram looked like an easy target, but his memory of fight-world plots and his habit of noticing how things are held together gave him one ugly advantage. The worst part was the private crack in his calm. He kept remembering his old life, his old hands, and the fact that the body he had...