The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

Act I Who could say where the ink came from, if not the hand that ground it? Wei He sat in the scriptorium, the air heavy with damp clay and old paper, his twelve-year-old fingers cramped around the brush. The Imperial Codex lay open before him, the page for the autumn equinox waiting, a blank white void that seemed to stare back with the cold indifference of the state. He dipped the brush. The...

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