The Wistful Dinner

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Chapter One The fog rose off the river at dusk, thick as wet wool, swallowing the quarried hillsides that looked like bread cut by a butcher’s knife. In the squatters’ camp, the gas meter ticked, a steady, mechanical heartbeat counting down the hours until the repatriation funds ran out. Guomin Song sat in the barber’s chair, the one with the cracked mirror, while the other chair stood empty...

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