The Golden Quest
Chapter One Wei Ma had always believed that if he held his breath long enough, the world would simply stop turning, and in that stillness, he could catch the one thing that mattered. Now, three weeks later, with the monsoon turning the terraced rice paddies of the Sichuan basin into a slurry of brown mud, he sat in the cold blue light of the asylum’s server room, listening to the chains and...
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