The Distant Ghost
Chapter One My hands, still blackened with the soot of the charcoal stick, moved the brush across the damp paper, the ink bleeding into the fiber as I tried to steady the tremor that had taken up residence in my left wrist. I was copying the tax ledger for the third time, the same entries for the dried kelp and the salted fish, because Master Shen had found a flaw in the previous two, a flaw...
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