The Faded Dust
Chapter One "You're bleeding on the linoleum, Sergeant," the Magistrate said, not looking up from his plate of roasted pheasant. Fang Sun stood in the center of the banquet hall, his left knee locked in a stone-hard stillness while the other guests writhed on their velvet chairs, clutching their own throbbing joints. The heatwave outside had no night, pressing against the windows like a...
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