The Faded Masquerade

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Did anyone hear the whistle? It cut through the humid air of the counting room, sharp and final, marking the end of the last fine weekend before the rains. Jing Li stood by the window, his back to the looms where his aunt sat working the silk, her hands moving with a mechanical precision that belied the tremor in her fingers. The town of Ostrava was not a place of shadows, but of salt and debt,...

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