The Golden Farce
The river county of Shu was a long, narrow tongue of land pressed between the mountains and the water, where the air hung heavy with the scent of wet plaster and rotting grain. It was a place of temples and granaries, where wealth was measured in sacks of rice and the quiet weight of bronze. I arrived at the port of Vellum on a Tuesday, my boots caked in the red mud of the road, carrying...
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