The Distant Wound
The ledger said Lan Yang owed the bank four thousand yuan, a sum that had rolled over five times since the mine went on care plan. I sat in the gym of the nearly-bank club, my back against the cold brick, watching the rain hammer the single window. The gas meter ticked in the corner, a steady, mechanical heartbeat that counted out my remaining minutes. My hands were shaking, not from the cold,...
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