The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Act I Could a man really weigh less than his own regret? Wen Zhou asked the question to the empty storeroom, his voice sounding thin against the damp brick. He was thirty-four, a cleaner at the strip club that occupied the ground floor of the old imperial warehouse, and his hands were raw from scrubbing the grout. On the workbench before him lay the silver cufflinks of his late mentor, Lao...

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