The Faded Alibi
"Desertion. Code 4. Sentence: Ten Years." The ink on the notice was still wet, smelling of iron and damp, as Bo Zhu read it in the cold of the barracks. The paper was thin, translucent, like the skin of a dead leaf, and it trembled in the draft that swept through the broken window of the Imperial Guard post. He was thirty years old, a sergeant with a repair quota he could never fill, tethered...
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