The Wistful Letter
Chapter One Lei Hu had worked for twenty-two years in the Ministry of Cultural Heritage, and in that time he had never once managed to keep his desk clear of the grey dust that settled from the cracked ceiling tiles. The air in the archive room always smelled of wet paper and the faint, metallic tang of the heating pipes, a scent that had become so familiar to him that he could no longer...
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