The Golden Downtown
Chapter One "Debt: 400 liang. Status: Pending." Wei Zheng stared at the ledger line, the ink still wet and glistening under the single, sputtering lantern, until the words blurred into a smear of black water that refused to dry. He was thirty years old, a navigation surveyor who had spent five years measuring the canal locks in the damp dark, his back aching with a cold that no coat could...
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