The Golden Greenhouse
The air in the Imperial Armory tasted of rust and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of Fang Hu’s throat as he stood rigid in the damp stone corridor. His hand trembled against the hilt of the ceremonial sword, the leather grip slick with sweat, while Lord Vane, the corrupt Overseer, sneered at the rust on the blade. Vane demanded Fang Hu execute the prisoner for stealing a single...
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