The Golden Oath
Act I In the mining towns of the south, a man’s value was measured in the depth of his debt. Zhen Yang stood at the edge of the river county, where the fog clung to the wet stones like a damp shroud. He was thirty-five, a master seal carver whose hands had once been praised for their precision, now stained with the grey dust of the earth. He held a small, gold ingot in his palm. It was warm. It...
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