The Distant Legend

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Wen Ma’s hands were slick with sweat as the guards closed in, their boots heavy on the wet concrete of the casino floor. It was dawn, the light gray and thin, cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke and stale air. He clutched the rolled document to his chest, his knuckles white, a twelve-year-old boy standing in the middle of a world that had no room for him. The Chief Archivist, a man...

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