The Wistful Saga
Chapter One Did Master Shen know the weight of silence, or was he simply tired of carrying it? He stood in the scriptorium, the damp air of the Jiangnan water town pressing against the high windows, and handed me the jade seal. It was small, worn smooth by decades of thumbs, and it hummed against the inkstone with a vibration so low it seemed to come from the floorboards rather than the stone....
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