The Faded Guest
Act I "Put the seal on the ledger before the sun hits the east wall, Ying Hu, or I will have it broken up for scrap."‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌‍​⁠​‍⁠‍​‌‍‌​⁠‍⁠⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌‍‌‌‌‍‌‍‍​‌‍‍‍‍​‍⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠​‌‌​‍⁠​⁠‍​⁠‌ The magistrate’s voice was thin, stretched over the hum of the ventilation units that kept the hutong’s air from turning into rot. I stood in the break room, the recycled stock of the family photo pressed...
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