The Wistful Grid
Chapter One Wei Xu’s hands were already deep in the mud of the harbor wall when the grid first appeared, a shimmer of iron bars breathing in the reflection of the stagnant water. He was a private-duty nurse, a job that paid less than a fisherman’s wage, and he was trying to keep his client, an old man named Zhou, from falling into the canal during his evening walk. The humidity in the Jiangnan...
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