Canglang City, Military Intelligence Department.
The heavy scent of ink, mixed with saltpeter, sweat, and aged paper, hung thick in the long, deep subterranean corridor.
Torches flared in brackets along the walls, their dancing flames casting distorted, shifting shadows of the map of the Five Northern Frontier Cities hanging nearby, making it look like a dormant, crouching beast. The air was so heavy it seemed moisture could be wrung from it.
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