The Faded Photograph
Hai Li’s fingers were already stained black, the ink drying instantly on her skin, refusing to smudge or wash away. She stood in the sub-basement of the Imperial Archive, the air heavy with coal dust and old paper, and ground the stone against the inkstone with a steady, circular motion. The task was simple: restore the Emperor’s lost chronicle, page by page, to secure her permanent rank. It...
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