The Faded Quadrant

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The sash was worth four taels of silver, a sum that would have cleared the rent owed to the temple granary for the year, yet Tao Wang felt only the weight of the leather strap digging into his neck as he crossed the bridge toll at flood. He was thirty years old, a frontier guard whose hands were calloused not from sword work but from hauling heavy cargo for the ferryman who kept the only boat...

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