The Distant Promise
Act I Shumin Li stood at the iron gates of the modern imperial complex, watching the black sedan disappear into the grey mist, and the cold of the Jiangnan water town seeped through the soles of his boots. I was thirty-four years old, the night manager of the franchise motel that doubled as the palace’s security outpost, and I had spent twelve years polishing the Minister’s image until it shone...
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