The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

My hands were deep in the cold mud of the mulberry field, pulling up roots to clear the path for the new irrigation line. The water was rising, black and oily, seeping into the soles of my boots. I am Guomin Zheng, a funeral chauffeur by trade, and I was kneeling in the dirt because the city council had told me my mother’s letters were worth nothing. They wanted a pension for my father, who lay...

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