The Faded River
"Did you hear the Minister’s order?" The voice of the Chief Archivist, Chen, cut through the hum of the ventilation fans, dry and brittle as the parchment we handled daily. He did not look at me. His eyes were fixed on the filing cabinet where the Silent Codex sat, its cover black and unmarked. I was Yan Gao, thirty years old, an archivist of the Imperial Bureau, and I had spent the last decade...
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