The Wistful Letter

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Lan Zhang remembered the smell of wet wool and iron filings before he remembered the face of the man who had warned him. It was November, 1904, and the air in the archive room tasted of stale dust and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the back of his throat like a bad penny. He was thirty-four, a scholar of alchemical history, and he was tired. His wife, Mei, lay in the next...

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