The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The salt trade in the Sichuan basin ran on the weight of trust, a ledger of invisible debts exchanged between men who spoke two different tongues, the air heavy with brine and wet stone. I was Hua Guo, a craftsman of glass, though the guild called me a maker of salt lamps, and I stood at the edge of my thirty-second year with a debt that felt heavier than the grain sacks hoarded in the...

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