Chapter 63 · for subscribers
Four lines, no chop, grey ink. My own warrant series, the fourth sheet in six days, and this one took a woman out of a locked cellar and two of Shen's guardsmen helped her up the stair for it. The hand that writes these does not forge a seal and has never once needed to. It writes an order that sounds like a kindness I would have given, and this palace carries it out because it is the kind of thing I do.
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