The Faded Apartment

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Shumin Zhu was a bonded scribe, a man whose hands were stained with ink and whose debt to the capital was written in a ledger he could not erase, and he stood now in the mud of the bamboo hills, holding a fish-spear of split bone that had belonged to a dead man. The rain had stopped, but the air remained heavy, wet with the smell of rotting leaves and the metallic tang of fear. He was not...

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