The Wistful Skyline

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I The iron bit into Feng Ma’s finger like a cold brand. It was the third day of the fourth month, and the heat in the courtroom pressed against his skin, thick and wet as the air above the mulberry fields. He stood before Magistrate Li, who sat behind a desk of dark wood, the merchant’s folding scale resting on the blotter like a dead beetle. Feng Ma had come for the brooch. His father’s silver...

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