The Pale Verdict
Guodong Zhang had always believed that maps were lies told by men who had never walked the ground they marked. It was a comfortable delusion, one that had kept him employed as a translator of customs documents in the treaty port for six years, until the war turned the city into a labyrinth of ash and broken promises. He stood now on the mud bank of the Pale River, the mist coiling around his...
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