The Amber Room
She rubbed her finger until it was warm, traced the seal a few times, brought it to her nose and inhaled. Yes, the copper tang. A bronze piece aged over a thousand years would never carry this scent. She put the seal back, wiped her fingers on a towel, and delivered her verdict: "New." The antique trade did not say fake or real. Fake was xin. Real was lao. Someone nearby murmured,...
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