The Faded River
Chapter One "You have three hours before the ferry leaves, Thị Minh, and if the salt quota is not sealed by then, the guild will take your hands as payment." The heat in the attic of emigrated children’s things was a physical weight, pressing against Thị Minh’s lungs as she held the quill steady over the parchment. She was a scribe of the imperial salt office, a role that required not just...
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