The Distant Nightmare

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Bo Zheng lay in the dark, the taste of bitter almond thick on his tongue, and remembered the morning the glass had first cracked. I The fog burned off by ten, leaving the Canton delta a landscape of drowned villages and wet mulberry leaves. The smell of rotting fish hit Bo Zheng before he saw the Guild Hall, a stench that clung to his wool coat and the leather satchel strapped to his chest....

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