The Distant Wound
Who is the keeper of the key? Lan Luo asked the question aloud as the chariot wheels ground against the packed earth of the terraced slopes, the sound a low, rhythmic rasp that matched the throb in his temples. He was thirty-four years old, an Archivist of the second tier, and he had traveled from the capital for three weeks to reach Vael, a city built into the side of a mountain where the air...
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