The Pale Mist
Chapter One The basin lay flat under the weight of the north wind, a terraced expanse of abandoned rice paddies where the reeds grew tall enough to swallow a man whole. It was a place of labor and silence, where the bronze-casting clan moved through the mud with the heavy, rhythmic purpose of men who knew the value of every grain of sand. Hua Lin stood at the edge of the ferry crossing, his...
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