The Distant Threshold

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Kaifeng in the third month of the Song dynasty hummed with the friction of commerce and water, the great canals running low under a sky that offered no mercy to the thirsty fields. The air smelled of wet clay and burning dung, the scent of a city holding its breath before the heat. Lucia Gallardo, thirty-two, moved through the crowded fish market, her hands stained with the grey dust of the...

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