The Faded River
Chapter One Shumin Sun’s hands were already shaking by the time the bell rang the first time, a dull, greenish thud that vibrated through the soles of his boots and into the marrow of his legs. He stood in the center of the lane, the bread line token in his pocket cutting a sharp, familiar notch against his hip, while the crowd around him shifted and grumbled under the light before the...
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