The Golden Farce
Chapter One Could a man die standing up, and still be counted as a ghost? Shumin Chen stood at the gate of the Ironworks, the unopened pay packet in his coat heavy against his hip, feeling the dry wind crack the clay beneath his boots. He was thirty, a border guard by trade, a union organiser by necessity, and he had come to report the Ghost Shift. The steam pressure in the foundry exceeded the...
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