The Golden Visit
Chapter One The Ministry of Archives hummed with the low, static buzz of a thousand fluorescent tubes, a sound that drilled into the teeth of anyone who stood still for too long. Outside, the smoke season had turned the air into a thick, grey sludge that clung to the windows of the Beijing hutong, sealing the building in a box of stale dust. I was Hong Zhang, and I was here to ask for a...
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