The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One The valley of Oshun wakes not to the sun, but to the grinding of millstones and the rhythmic thud of paddles against the dark water, a sound that has been the heartbeat of this river town since before the first stone of Kaifeng was laid. The mist here is not merely weather; it is a physical substance, thick as wet wool, pressing against the windows of the temple infirmary where I...

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