The Golden Crossing
The border road between the Finnish lakes and the Qing administrative district was a place of constant, grinding commerce, where the air smelled of wet pine and the sharp, metallic tang of iron filings from the nearby foundries, and every step taken by a traveler was measured against the weight of the cargo they carried. I walked with my hands clasped behind my back, the Iron Seal burning a...
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