The Distant Garden

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Chapter One "You are late, Master Guo, and the clay is drying." The flood officer’s voice was flat, a sound like sand dragged over stone. Qiang Guo stood in the doorway of the signal box, his hands buried deep in the river clay, the substance cold and gritty against his skin. He looked at the ledger in the officer’s hand, the ink still wet on the page where his debt was recorded. "The fine is...

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