The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The toll collector at the bridge spat into the mud, his eyes fixed on the coin in Qiang Li's palm. "I said, pay or leave. The flood is rising, and I do not care if you are the Emperor's nephew." Qiang Li stood on the eighty-four of the Tannery Steps, the stone slick with algae and the stench of rotting fish rising from the water below. He was twelve years old, his clothes patched so many times...

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