The Golden Song
Chapter One "Another month, Jian Guo. The board wants numbers, not poetry." Master Lau’s voice was dry as the dust in the reclamation yard, where we hauled the carcasses of dead machines from the harbor sludge. I stood on the scaffolding of the Grand Hall, my hands wrapped around a chisel that felt heavier than it had in years. The stone beneath my fingers was cold, but the air inside the hall...
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