The Golden Visit
The river gorge in this county is a narrow throat, bridged by a single span of rusted steel that groans under the weight of the oil trucks, and the town itself is a smear of mud and diesel that stretches along the bank where the immigration office stands, a brutalist block of concrete that looks like it was poured by accident. I am Yan Yang, a home health aide with a taxi medallion bought at...
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