The Poison Researcher Who Reads a 300-Year Tile

Caeun presses a poison needle into her own palm and does not flinch. She is the kind of researcher who chose the study hall over the hunter road, then found her own awakening data saying something dangerous enough to be locked away. A cracked roof tile from an old pavilion lands on her desk, and the glaze inside it carries a message meant to last three hundred years. To read it, she walks into Black Rain Pavilion, where poison is a way of life and weak-looking people survive by lying well. Her strongest gift must stay hidden, or every school will come for her. The brush above her bed, the whip by the door, and the glass jar in the scroll stack all start to matter.