Chapter 5 · free to read
Old Fu had forged a thousand seals and a hundred names, and drunk away every coin they earned him. He told himself the shaking in his hands was only the wine.
He knew her the instant the lamplight found her scarred eyes. Some debts wear a face you never forget, no matter how much wine you pour over it.
He read it once in silence, and his drunkard's tremor went suddenly, terribly still. That stillness told her more than the words would.
A forger's whole trade is that nothing traces back to him. He was being asked to break the one rule he had kept.
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