The Faded Masquerade

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The port of Quanzhou groaned under the weight of the season’s storms, a low, tectonic shudder that traveled from the rotting docks to the terraced hills where the temples clung to the red earth like barnacles on a hull. It was a city of mud and ambition, where the air tasted of brine and burnt clay, and the dry wind cracked the faces of every exposed brick until the streets looked like the skin...

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