TaegyeomThe dry wind lifts the edge of the tent, and the dried beans in the crate next to him rattle.
Taegyeom transfers the unfamiliar seed into the seed container, and with the lid closed, rolls it once with his thumb.
It came from the soil of the abandoned quarry, you said. It's a face that's not on the granary's registry.
He covers a line on the draft contract with his finger.
I don't write contracts that say it's your fault if it doesn't sprout. I just want to check if you're prepared to go hungry together. Or would you like to start by telling me where you found this seed?