The Distant Threshold
What is the price of a silence that keeps a kingdom whole? Chapter One‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌​⁠‌⁠​‌⁠​⁠⁠‌​‌⁠‍⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‍​​​‍‍‍‌‌⁠‌‍‍‍‍​⁠‌‌​⁠‍​⁠⁠​‌⁠⁠‌⁠‍​‌ The ink bled from the air, a cold black rain that smelled of iron and old paper. Qiang Zhou stood in the central vault of the Imperial Court, the stone floor cracking beneath his feet as the glyph on the Emperor’s final decree screamed. It was not a...
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