The Golden Myth
Chapter One Hong Huang, twenty-four, stood in the mud of the Canton delta, her boots sinking into the tea-colored water that smelled of rot and iron. She held the certified letter nobody signed for, its paper brittle, the ink smudged by the unseasonal heat that had everyone coughing. The last union local hall loomed ahead, a brick box where the walls were shared by two households, the plaster...
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