The Distant Summer
The railway division of the Sichuan basin hummed with the static of a thousand telegraph clicks, a sound that never ceased, vibrating through the linoleum floors of the stationmaster’s office and the pawnshops where men traded their dignity for copper coins. In this terraced landscape, where the water table sat just below the surface of the earth, the air was heavy with damp earth and coal...
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