The Distant Crown
Chapter One The hunger in the basin was not a feeling but a physical architecture, a scaffold of ribs pressing against skin that had forgotten the taste of bread. Yan Zhou stood at the edge of the terraced fields, where the peat cut deep into the earth like a wound that refused to close, and watched the mail boat’s two blasts echo off the distant hills, a sound that seemed to vibrate in his...
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