The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Chapter One Zhou’s hands were already slick with the sweat of the old man’s fever when he checked the ledger. The ink was wet, the numbers smudged, a blur of debt and duty that smelled of cheap tobacco and damp wool. He was thirty-two, a border warden on the turnpike line, and his father lay in the back of the carriage, breathing like a bellows stuffed with straw. They were at the edge of the...

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