The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One The water in the Sichuan basin does not belong to the living, only to those who can read the old deeds. I left my ancestral estate in the third year of the reign, the air thin and hard as a blade, to suppress the border rebellion. My name is Fang Li. I am thirty-two. I carried the bronze mirror in my pack, its surface cold and greasy to the touch, reflecting not my face but the...
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