The Silk & Steel Knot
## The Silk & Steel Knot The dust tasted of cinnamon and regret. Old Man Tiber, they called him – though few knew his true name – adjusted the worn silk scarf shielding his face from the relentless Beijing sun.…
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The Serpent’s Spine
## The Serpent’s Spine The salt spray tasted like betrayal. Lin, barely nineteen and masquerading as a junior cartographer’s assistant, clung to the railing of the *Yongle*, watching the Java Sea bleed into a bruised sunset. He wasn’t charting currents,…