The Pale Verdict
Chapter One The ink on the page was wet, though the room had been dry for three days. Qiang Gao held the ledger open under the gas lamp, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, physical weight of the dampness that seeped through the paper. It was a strange, cold moisture, distinct from the coal smoke that choked the archives of the Imperial Ministry, a smell like rotting paper...
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