The Golden Crossing
Chapter One Every roof in the tong lau leaked, and the rain found the holes with the patience of a creditor. I stood in the courtyard, the water running in thin, rust-colored streams down the grey brick, watching it pool around the roots of the banana tree that had split the flagstones years ago. My name is Dong Liu, a fact that was becoming less true with every hour that passed, my hands...
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