The Distant Crown
Act I Jing Zhou wiped the condensation from the glass of the registry side room, his breath fogging the surface as the ferry queue outside churned in the rain. He was thirty-four, a border officer whose pension was the only thing standing between his mother’s leaking roof and the winter damp, yet Magistrate He held the funds hostage, citing the "tainted" lineage of Jing’s grandfather. The cold...
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