The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

Văn Thao stood at the edge of the canal, the mist pressing against her chest like a wet cloth, and watched the barge carrying the census records slip into the grey distance. She was thirty years old, a mid-level scribe for the Imperial Archive, and she wanted a permanent seat on the Review Board, a position that would grant her autonomy over the records. What stood against him was the rigid,...

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