The Distant Legend

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Ying Huang pressed the ink-stamp into the wet clay of the jar handle, his fingers trembling not from fear but from the growing rigidity of his joints. The workshop was quiet, save for the rhythmic thud of the pestle and the distant, muffled clatter of the piano drifting through the open window from the neighbor’s flat. He needed this seal to be perfect; it was the final proof of his diligence,...

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