The Faded River
Chapter One Lei Ma stood in the queue for the water ration, his hands raw and shaking from the cold, while the fog rolled up from the river and swallowed the black-soil plain until the horizon was gone. He was thirty-two, a bridge carpenter who had lost his father’s loom to the bank, and he wanted it back with a ferocity that felt less like grief and more like a physical wound in his chest. The...
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