A Letter from Miran

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From Miran Cache #25: An extract from a letter to a merchant in Suojo, from her agent in Lop Nur:

I persist in my efforts to purchase the grain that we need. While the soldiers of the Green Banner Army of the West only provide escorts for the caravans of the Middle Kingdom, guards are readily available for hire here. Though there is much fear of bandits, do not concern yourself. The locals are much more experienced when dealing with the desert, and more reliable. We shall be safe in our travels.

Superstition in Gushi

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From the Annals of the Oasis Kingdoms:

As the plague continued, the citizens of Yiwu drew up a complaint against certain foreigners, peasants, and unclean persons; decrying them for their unnatural behavior and accusing them of bringing down the wrath of Iriko demons.

Horse Nomads in the Oasis Basin

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An excerpt from Ban Zhao’s Histories of the Western Hinterlands:

Though usually returning to their pastures in the steppes, the horse nomads were nevertheless a common sight in the Oasis Basin. In the Budding of 115, a travelling artist wrote an account of the hospitality she received when she was overtaken by a band of nomads near Yiwu.

The Ways of Kusinne

An excerpt from the letter of young scholar, writing to distant maternal relatives:

My mother is in good health and sends her greetings. I am diligently pursuing my studies at the Grand Abbey, where I am receiving instruction in the fourfold practices of Kusinne: The Path of the Well, listening to the inner voice; The Path of the Hearth: the way of right living, The Path of the Road, and The Path of the Book. I am also instructed in the manufacture of ink, and the making of paper…

A Gruesome Report

A report from an Officer of the Middle Kingdom, on escort duty for Middle Kingdom caravans travelling between the Imperial waystations in Lop Nur:

We followed up on the reports of missing travelers. A few days journey north of Miran, three towers of blue marble still stand in the desert, casting shadows over ruins. Whatever hunts there was gone when we arrived, leaving behind gnawed bones stripped of flesh. We buried them and did not linger.

A Thriving Market

Extract from the diary of a noblewoman of Aksu:

Just as the flowers are budding, so too are the markets. When we visited them today, we could scarcely hear each other over the hubbub of the caravans. Many were there to purchase the frankincense from Kucnia, in addition to our own local goods…