The Golden Harbor
Chapter One The needle of the compass spun not with magnetic certainty but with the erratic violence of a trapped fly, and Tao Liang watched it from the safety of the far end of the room, where the damp of the Taipei lane house settled into the plaster like a slow, grey rot. She was thirty-four, a gene-tech sampler by trade, and her hands were steady now, though they had not been an hour ago...
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