The Pale Verdict
Chapter One "You will wait," the clerk said, not looking up from his ledger. His fingers were stained with ink, the black running into the whorls of his skin like dirt under a nail. Min-jun Cheon stood in the courtyard, the wind off the river cutting through his thin coat. It was the year 1342, though on this ship, the date was just another number in the long generation of debt. He held the...
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