The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

Fang Zhao had not slept in three days, and the cold in his marrow had become a fact of his anatomy, as immutable as the bone structure beneath his skin. He sat in the waiting room of the prefecture office, where the chairs were broken and the air tasted of recycled dust, watching the clock on the wall tick with the heavy, indifferent rhythm of a machine that owed no one an explanation. The year...

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