Farming in the Age of Declining Magic: Eerie Cards That Ripen All Things

When Chen Fan opened his eyes, he could still taste the bitterness of the third cup of instant coffee he’d chugged during last night’s overtime.

Before him was a rammed-earth roof covered in wild grass. Spiderwebs hung from several crooked beams, and sunlight streamed through holes overhead, falling across his dirt-covered face. He sat up with a start and banged the back of his head against a low crossbeam, grimacing in pain.

“Fuck...”