The Faded Chronicle

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Chapter One My fingers were already black when I found the first smudge, the ink bleeding through the paper like a bruise that refused to set. I was in the counting house, the air thick with the damp chill of the Jiangnan winter, and the ledger lay open before me, my father’s final work. The numbers were wrong, or perhaps they were right in a way I couldn't see, but the ink kept moving, pooling...

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