The Faded Portrait

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The water in the well did not reflect the sky, but the bottom of the world. Hong Guo stood at the edge, his hands gripping the stone lip until the calluses white against the dark rock. The air was still, thick with the humidity that settled over the Jiangnan water town before the monsoon broke. He was a man of the night watch, a keeper of granaries, and his trade required a silence that had...

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