The Golden Echoes
Chapter One Guodong Huang’s fingers, stained with the ochre dust of the temple’s ledgers, tore the wax seal from the bundle of papers, the sound sharp as a shutter banging in the dark. He was thirty-four, the temple accountant for the guild town of Mianyang, a role that required a precision he no longer possessed, his hands trembling not from age but from the weight of the water-stained ledger...
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