The Faded Dust
Chapter One “Pension Claim: Denied. Reason: Physical Incapacity.” The ink was still wet on the form when Tao Zhao read it, the paper smelling of cheap cedar shavings and the damp rot of the harbor custom house. He was forty years old, a sergeant in the garrison of the Sichuan basin, and the tremor in his left hand had grown so pronounced that he could no longer hold a teacup without the liquid...
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