The Golden Cellar
Act I The bronze latch of the Imperial Alchemy Bureau’s sub-basement vault groaned against the stone, a sound like a bone snapping under the weight of centuries, and Hong Xu’s hands, steady as they had been through three campaigns in the northern passes, began to tremble as he forced the mechanism open. The air that rushed out was not cold, but dry, carrying the scent of old copper and the...
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