The Distant Metropolis

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Chapter One The harbor of Hong Kong in the late forties was a machine of rust and rope, a place where the air tasted of diesel and damp wool, and where men like me were counted by the tonnage we moved rather than the years we had lived. I worked the gangline on the SS Kowloon Star, my back a knot of old pain that flared with every haul, while the foreman, a man named Chen who wore his authority...

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