The Faded Guest
Chapter One Dong Liu remembered the weight of the stone in his pocket long after the dust had settled. He stood now in the kitchen of one hundred and nine of Candlewick Row, the air thin and recycled, tasting of ozone and old paper. The city outside the dome was a grid of printed streets, gray and unmoving under the artificial sun that never truly set. He had been an archivist, a man of lists...
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