The Golden Maze
The golden runes on Lei Zheng’s skin pulsed in time with his heartbeat, a rhythmic burning that felt less like magic and more like a fever that had taken root in his marrow. He stood at the base of the Imperial Archive, a sprawling structure of grey stone that dominated the northern coal prefecture, its windows dark and unlit against the bruised twilight. The city of Jin was not a place of...
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