The Distant Machine
Chapter One The rain slicked the cobblestones of the treaty port, turning the mud into a black mirror that reflected the gas lamps and the weary faces of the postal riders hauling their loads up the steep, shared stairs of the harbor master’s office. Wei Yang stood at the bottom, her hands white-knuckled around the handle of a satchel that felt heavier than the letters inside. She was...
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