The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One The Ashen Road does not forgive the weight of a name. Chinda Chaiyasit stood at the eroded border, the greenish light of the pre-hail storm turning the dust to a bruised slate. He was forty years old, a wandering sage whose lineage had been severed by the Imperial Court’s decree, and he carried a debt that could not be paid in silver. The flood was coming, the insurance on his late...
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