The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Act I Who can hold the weight of a voice that has been dead for three years? Hai Zheng, thirty-two, stood in the damp dark of the customs shed, her hands wrapped around the jade tablet, feeling the cold seep into her knuckles like a slow poison. The air smelled of mildewed cotton and the metallic tang of rusted iron hooks, a scent that had settled into the fibers of her coat and the hair of her...

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