The Border Post by the Broken Bell

The salt case in the prefectural city was settled, and clerk Lu Heng arrived at Qingyan Post wearing an iron shackle. The postmaster was missing, but the seal remained. Someone outside carried salt over to “make friends,” and a rusty bell hung in the corridor. The night it rang, Lu Heng's ears roared, he saw blood, and he heard sounds he never should have heard. The border post was small, but its rules were many. If he wanted to survive, he first had to get a clear look at the salt, the accounts, and the people before him.