In the winter of the third year of Jianning (AD 170), the snow in Zhuo County was particularly heavy.
Liu Hong woke up from his nightmare, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He subconsciously touched the head of the bed, but only found a rough straw mat. Opening your eyes, the low thatched roof came into view. A few rays of morning light leaked through the gaps, casting mottled light and shadow on the muddy ground.
"Where... Is this?"
