The Faded River
Chapter One "Put the ring back on the shelf, Zhen Yang, or I will dock your wages for the hour, and you know how cold it gets in the back room when the gas stoves are cut." The voice of the pawnbroker, Master Wong, did not rise above a murmur, but it carried the weight of a hammer strike in the quiet of the shop. Zhen Yang stood before the glass counter, his fingers hovering over the velvet pad...
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