The Faded Frontier
Chapter One "Void Paper is contraband. Possession constitutes treason against the Iron City’s stability. Fine: execution." I read the notice pinned to the slate wall of the archive, the ink still wet and smelling of iron filings. I am Jian Song, a junior scribe in the third tier, and my hands are shaking, not from fear, but from the cold that seeps through the soot-choked floorboards. The light...
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