The Faded Frontier

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Chapter One He wiped the grit from the ledger with a rag that smelled of diesel and wet wool. Lei He’s hands were rough, the knuckles split from the cold, but his grip on the book was absolute. He stood at the mouth of the longtang, where the canal water lapped against the stone steps, and he demanded the surrender of the smuggler’s records. The fog was not weather; it was a wall of black mist...

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