The Wistful Incense

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Chapter One Hua Zhang is thirty-four, and his hands shake when he smells black pepper. I work the night shift at the Municipal Health Bureau, a concrete box built on the edge of the river where the water rises without warning. My job is to archive the dead weight of the county: files on workers who coughed too much, ledgers of pills that did not work, and the paper trails of men who fell from...

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