The Golden Circuit
Chapter One Sakura Hayashi’s hands were black with the soot of the granary’s night watch, the grime working into the whorls of his fingerprints as he scraped the residue from the bronze door-pivot, a heavy, reused piece of metal that had seen better decades in a temple gate. The wind off the Fujian coast was shifting, a physical fact that decided the day’s labor, and it carried the salt spray...
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