The Wistful Witness
Act I "You’re being difficult, Xu."‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠​⁠⁠‍​‍‌‌​‍‌‍⁠‌⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠‍‌‌⁠​‌​⁠‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​⁠⁠​​‍⁠‍⁠⁠​​​⁠​​‍ The words hung in the damp air of the outpost office, heavy as the wool coat Dong Xu wore. He sat on the edge of the wooden desk, his boots scuffing the linoleum, watching Colonel Zhang tap a slide rule against a stack of transfer forms. The room smelled of wet wool and old paper, a...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews