The Wistful Incense
Act I The water town of Jiangnan stirred under the weight of a season that refused to end, the olive terraces on the bankrupt slopes leaning inward as if listening to the river’s complaint, and every boat in the harbor listed slightly to port, waiting for the wind that had not come in three days. Qiang Huang stood on the dock, his hands raw from the rope, watching the King’s Granary seal its...
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