The Golden Circuit
Chapter One The queue at the Jiangnan customs house stretched into the fog, a gray line of umbrellas and wet wool where the slate hills split the flat water. Wei Liu, fifty-eight of NineElm Crossing, stood at the back, clutching a form for a pension that felt lighter than the stone in his chest. He wanted out, before the next physical exam found the heart failure that had been stealing his...
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