The Distant Threshold

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The lorry reversed forever, a grinding, endless groan that shook the dust from the tin ceilings of the assembly rooms. In the year of the soot, the water town of Jiangnan wore its face like a mask of coal, the canals black and still beneath the high desert light that bleached the stone. Wen He stood at the window of his quarters, watching the mist rise, his hand resting on the cold iron of the...

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