The Pale Bridge
Chapter One “You cannot leave the toll booth while the ledger is open, Xiu Gao. The ink is still wet, and the bridge does not care for your grief.” Mei stood at the edge of the wet plate, her face a ghostly white in the developing solution, while Xiu Gao watched her from the dark of the studio. The air in the tong lau was heavy, not with the usual humidity of the harbor, but with a cloying...
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