The Faded Apartment
Did he steal it, or did he die for it? The question hung in the cold air of the harbor custom house, heavier than the wet wool of the coat Xiu Chen wore. He stood before the magistrate’s desk, the cracked blue vase humming a low, static note against his ribs. The town of Jiangnan, with its waterways choked by the new road construction, watched him with the hungry eyes of creditors. His brother,...
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