The Faded Guest
Chapter One Yan Zhou, twelve years old and already smelling of iron filings, stood before the mahogany desk of the Chief Archivist, his knuckles white around the handle of the powder horn carved with initials. The air in the dissenters' meeting house was heavy, saturated with the dampness of the drizzle that had persisted for three days, soaking through the thin walls of the office above the...
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