The Faded Frontier

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Lan Li’s hand trembled over the glass, the thirty-one of the Tide Clock ticking softly in the background as he wiped the condensation from the surface. The pawn-and-payday strip mall smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that clung to his coat long after he left the underpass. He was not there to buy; he was there to listen to the pawnbroker, Old Zhou, who sat behind the counter with a...

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