The Wistful Atlas
Chapter One Looking back from the cold, empty rooms of the city hospital, Jian Sun remembered the weight of the wool coat more clearly than the face of the man who had hired him. It was a heavy, high-collared thing, dark as the mud of the Yichang riverbanks, worn for twelve years until the fabric had thinned to the texture of old skin. He had left the water town with a single, burning...
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