The Faded Alibi
Act I Guodong Xu stood in the doorway of the laundromat, the weight of the eviction notice in his pocket pressing against his thigh like a stone. The year had no winter, only a grey, sludge-like dampness that settled into the bones of the Dongbei district, reclaiming the roads with rust and silt. He was a piano mover, a trade known to only four people in the town, and the job out of state was a...
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