The Pale Meridian
Chapter One Guodong Li’s boots sank into the mud of the causeway, the wet leather pulling at his ankles as he hauled the heavy satchel across his shoulder. The weight of the documents inside, the signed petitions and the boundary maps, pressed against his spine, a constant, dull ache that matched the one in his father’s chest. He was thirty-two years old, a constable of the Canton delta, and he...
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