The Distant Summer
Chapter One Ying Li remembered the smell of the bread before he remembered the face of the man who baked it, a sour, yeasty tang that clung to his nostrils like a damp rag. He was twenty-four, a constable in the river county of Shizhuang, and he had spent the last three weeks tracking a spore that did not kill but erased, a pale mold that grew in the loaves of the communal ovens and stole the...
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