The Golden Ritual
Chapter One The dawn in Taipei did not break so much as it seeped, a grey bruise spreading across the lane houses where the old wooden shutters creaked in unison with the tram line that had recently bisected the district, raising rents and lowering spirits in equal measure. In the shadow of the new infrastructure, the air hung heavy with the scent of wet clay and the metallic tang of the...
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