The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

Hong Kong ran on the sound of the ferry horns, a low, wet groan that vibrated in the teeth of anyone standing on the waterfront. The fog had stopped the boats at four o'clock, and by six, the air was heavy with coal smoke and wet wool. I stood on the corner of Eighth Street, near the old fire station, watching the steam rise from the manhole grates. My name is Shumin Luo. I am thirty-two. I...

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