The Faded Chronicle

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Hai Tang stood in the mud, the bronze razor in his hand, and demanded his commendation for the patrol that had kept the border line intact through the wet season. Chapter One The damp in the barracks of the Sichuan basin outpost did not just settle on the walls; it grew, a fungal film that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Hai Tang, thirty years old and a disciplined enforcer of the state’s...

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