The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Hai Sun woke with the taste of iron and wet mulberry leaves on his tongue, the dream of ink filling his lungs so vivid that he gasped for air in the dim scriptorium, his chest heaving against the damp silence of the sealed room. He was thirty years old, a scribe of the second rank in the counting house of the merchant Wang, and he had not slept since the wet season began three months ago, a...

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