The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The salt caravans moved through the Sichuan basin like a slow, grey tide, their mules laden with crates that smelled of brine and old sweat, while the terraced orange groves stood silent on the hillsides, quarantined by the cold. In the damp corner of the Imperial Archive, where the paper curled and the ink bled, Zhen Liu sat before a ledger that did not record the weight of the world but the...

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