The Golden Suspect
Chapter One In the water town of Suzhou, the air did not merely hang; it settled, heavy with the scent of wet slate and rotting kelp. Lan Yang, twelve years old and thin as a reed, sat in the scriptorium of the fish market, his fingers stained blue from ink. He wanted the seal. The seal of independence, the brass stamp that would allow him to sign ledgers in his own name, to be a master and not...
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