The Distant Journey

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My hands were already deep in the ledger’s spine when the light failed. I was halfway through binding the final volume of the Silent Archive, my fingers numb from the cold, the ink of the pages seeping into the creases of my palms like a slow, dark tide. The room smelled of dust and old paper, a dry, choking scent that clung to the back of the throat. I am Tao Liang, or so the file on my desk...

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