The Golden Crossing

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Who would map a river that eats the future? The water in the valley of 1342 did not merely flow; it waited, thick and black as the ink in Hong Gao’s own ledgers, reflecting not the face of the man standing on the bank but the face of the man who would be dead in three days. He saw his own corpse in the current, bloated and pale, wearing the Duke’s cartographer’s coat, and the sight did not...

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