The Pale Verdict
Chapter One Who could say, with certainty, whether the ink that bound the empire was a substance or a memory? Zhen Guo stood in the damp chill of the workshop loft, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the decree he held, a document that condemned his brother to the gallows for treason. The air here smelled of wet plaster and old iron, a scent that had clung to him since...
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