The Golden Downtown
Chapter One The vial was heavy in Ying Zhao’s palm, a cold weight that seemed to pull the strength from his forearm, and he remembered the last time he had felt such a burden was when he carried the body of the for-profit school’s director down the stairs after the closure notice had finally stuck. He was thirty-two, a man whose wit had always been lighter than his morals, and now he stood in...
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