The Pale Meridian

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The Pale Meridian

The canal town of Shizuishan moves by water, not by road. The boats creak against the pilings, and the air smells of wet rope and diesel. I am Xiu Liu, twelve years old, and I am standing on the toll bridge. The grey sky of October has settled over the terraced hills, a heavy blanket that does not lift. My father is gone. He left three days ago on a packet ship, bound for the coast. He did not...

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