The Golden Crossing

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Fang Zheng was thirty years old, a scribe of the second tier, and she owed the Ministry of Historical Continuity a debt of silence that would not clear until her lungs gave out. The air in the High Magistrate’s office was cold, not with the chill of the returning ice outside, but with the dry, sterile temperature of a room where nothing living was permitted to breathe. I stood before the desk,...

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