The Faded River
Chapter One "You’re late, Guodong. The ink is drying." I looked up from the ledger, my eyes stinging from the damp cold that had settled into the joints of my hands. The magistrate, Shen, sat across the table in the archive, a room filled with unfiled boxes that smelled of mildew and old paper. He tapped a quill against the desk, a sharp, rhythmic sound that cut through the silence of the water...
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