The Faded Apartment

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Jian Luo remembered the gala not as a celebration, but as a fever dream where the air itself was heavy with damp wool and burnt sugar. He stood in the corner of the counting house, the place where the scales had once weighed out the fortunes of the whaling fleet, now repurposed for the town’s annual census of souls and sins. The room was crowded, a sea of terraced red dust kicked up from the...

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