The Wistful Incense

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Act I The terraced slopes of the Sichuan basin were slick with the wet season, a damp that had settled into the stone and refused to leave, turning the air into a physical weight that pressed against the eaves of the shrine. In the lower courtyard, where the mud churned underfoot, Hai Wang stood alone, wiping the condensation from the glass of his window. He was thirty-two, a clerk of mid-level...

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