Devin M.

Preponderance of the Small

Ying went to a spot in the midst of a sacred little copse of trees, an agreeable distance down a nameless farm road, under the root of twin live oaks where she kept a picayune box of earthly treasures, all of which were perfectly innocuous, save for one little book: her dusty divination tome, the Yi Jing. She knew all too well that the Chinese People's Party would likely have her executed for possessing such forbidden ancient knowledge.