The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Chapter One In the wet season, the mud of the Jiangnan water towns does not dry; it simply waits. Lan Yang stood in the doorway of his shop, watching the rain hammer the thatch, his hand resting on the cold iron handle of a stamped jar. It was a tax token, heavy and dull, a reminder that the capital’s coffers were empty and his father’s debts were not. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and...

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