The Golden Mirror
The ink in the imperial ledgers does not lie, but the men who hold the quills do. Joon-ho Song woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the recurring dream of the shattered gold leaf mirror still clinging to his eyelids. He was thirty-two, a junior clerk in the Imperial Archive, and for the last three months, his life had been a slow grinding of teeth against stone. The Chief Inspector had...
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