I’m just a poor porcelain mender. There’s only one taboo in my line of work: I never mend treasures from tombs.
But trouble came looking for me anyway. What did any of this have to do with my parents’ brutal deaths fifteen years ago?
Through a twist of fate, I stumbled into a huge conspiracy. Every piece of it was connected, in one way or another, to my family’s porcelain-mending craft.
