The Pale Tale
Chapter One The water town of Liangzhou was waking up, the canal barges scraping against the stone embankments as the first light hit the wet slate roofs, a sound like tearing paper that echoed through the narrow alleys. The air smelled of river mud and coal smoke, a mix that stuck to the back of the throat, and the market stalls were just now opening their shutters to the grey morning. I stood...
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