The Golden Circuit
I The debt was three hundred taels, a weight that sat on Jian Luo’s chest like a stone trough filled with meltwater. He remembered the first day of the third month, when the golden cicada began its song in the courtyard, a sound so trivial he had not even looked up from his ledger. Now, months later, the sound had become a physical presence, a vibration in the bones of the house that he could...
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