The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

"You are late, boy. The ink is already wet." Dong Zheng did not look up from the desk. His hands, twelve years old and already stained with the black soot of the Imperial Archive, trembled slightly as he held the quill. The rain outside was not the soft, grey drizzle of a Jiangnan spring; it was a cold, physical blow, midsummer rain that felt like March, hammering the stone tiles of the...

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