The Golden Suspect

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Act I "You are a dead man walking, Fang Wu, and you know it." The inspector’s voice was dry, like sandpaper on wood. He stood in the doorway of the apothecary, blocking the late afternoon light that bled through the dusty windows. Fang Wu did not look up from the mortar. He was grinding dried lotus seeds, a rhythmic, circular motion that had worn a groove into the stone over twenty years. The...

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