by arteavale
When an insurance adjudicator finds a missing writ for a sunken ship, she pulls a thread that unravels four hundred years of imperial order. The world's stability has a price, and someone has been paying it in dragon blood. Three people. One vanished ship. And the thing the empire built its marble cities on top of is waking up.
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