The Pale Door
The river does not care who owns the bank. It only cares about the water level, and the water level was rising, threatening to swallow the scree slope that bordered the Zhou ancestral manor. Shumin Zhou stood at the gate, his uniform soaked through to the skin, watching his wife Elara walk away toward the woods where the resistance cell met. He wanted his pension. He wanted the security of the...
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