The Faded Shield
Act I Did we truly believe that the ink on the paper could hold the weight of a man’s life, or was it merely a trick of the light that fooled us into thinking order existed where there was only decay? I ask this now, with the mud of the northern steppe still drying in the creases of my hands, as I sit in the counting room of the merchant house in Jiangnan, far from the frontier where I served....
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