The Faded Frontier
Chapter One Yan Wang’s hand trembled as he lifted the quill, the ink dripping onto the parchment with a wet, deliberate thud. He stood at the head of the long table in the Imperial Survey’s banquet hall, the air heavy with roasted pork and stale wine, while the candles flickered against the stone walls. The Northern Grid was complete, or so the Chief Surveyor claimed, but Yan knew the border...
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