The Pale Meridian
Hua Tang’s hand shook as he pressed the nib to the damp paper, the ink spreading in a dark, bruised halo. He was twelve years old, and his fingers were raw from the cold, but the task was precise: fill in the municipal census form for the family’s dilapidated apartment to secure his father’s overdue pension. What stood against him was the bureaucratic system that demanded a signature from a...
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