The Faded Ruin
Chapter One Who else carries the weight of the dead in their heels? Jian Li asked the question aloud, his voice small against the damp roar of the market. He was twelve, though he looked older, his clothes hanging loose on a frame that had not yet decided to grow. In his left hand, he gripped a sealed letter, the paper soft and brown with age. In his right, he held a votive figure with a broken...
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