The Wistful Voyage

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The ferry crossing at Luan moved with the mechanical indifference of a clock whose mainspring was slowly rusting, carrying the day’s commerce across the grey expanse of the canal while the banks receded into a haze of mulberry leaves and drying fish. Mei Zhu stood near the stern, her hand resting on the cold iron railing, feeling the vibration of the engine travel up through her bones. She was...

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