The Faded Apartment
Chapter One My hands were still shaking as I wiped the condensation from the glass, the cold seeping into the knuckles that had been bruised by the fence post only that morning. I am Feng Guo, and I have spent the last six years trying to keep the water out of the grain, a task that feels less like work and more like a penance for a crime I cannot quite remember committing. The rice mill sits...
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