Chapter 7 · free to read
The Watch recorded it as an accident of the eleventh month. Braziers are not permitted within six feet of the racking, and have not been for eighty years.
Six weeks of work, four hundred cases, one careful ruled grid. All of it grey now, and cooling.
He had been punished twice for the slowness of copying everything. His master called it a superstition. It was, that morning, the only surviving record of four thousand piculs of grain in the empire.
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