The Golden Crossing

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Chapter One People think the border is a line on a map, but in this county, it is a taste. I am Zhen Zhao, and I have spent twelve years watching the river from the watchtower, a job that pays in silence and keeps the frost off my bones. My father died last winter, not of illness, but of a refusal to eat the porridge the elders served him, and now they suspect me of the same disloyalty. The...

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