The Pale Circus
Chapter One The Canton delta in late autumn was a study in controlled decay, where the mulberry leaves turned brown and brittle, dropping onto the mud of the paddy fields in a steady, silent rain that no one bothered to clear, and the fish farms along the canal banks churned the water into a froth of ammonia and rot, a smell that clung to the clothes of anyone who lived within a mile of the...
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