The tally, wrapped in hemp, still stained with blood. Was it bestowed by the emperor? A relic of the dead com…
The tally, wrapped in hemp, still stained with blood.
Was it bestowed by the emperor? A relic of the dead commander? Or stolen glory by the new general?
Perhaps the soldier corpses hold clues.
The fervor of youth, buried by wind and snow.
They must have wanted to speak—whether in life or death.
But no one could hear.