The Distant Garden

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I Wen Liu stood in the cooling room of the estate, the air heavy with wet plaster and old iron, while the distant thunder rolled across the flooded rice paddies like a cart moving over cobblestones in the dark. He was thirty-two years old, an archivist by trade and a prisoner by circumstance, and in his hands he held a jar of medicinal paste that had been rotting in the cellar for a decade. The...

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