The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Guodong Zhu remembered the weight of the wool before he remembered the color. It had been a saddle blanket, thick and expensive, draped over the back of a chair in the office of Director Lin, a heavy thing that smelled of lanolin and old smoke. He had wanted the promotion. He wanted the map. He wanted to be the man who drew the line that separated the living from the dead, and he had thought...

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