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A story about playing with fire, set in a world where, like sweat and gin, Chinese myths mingle with motels and hitmen.
“He had been burned and blistered, and his spine had never curved enough for him to hold his chin up and look it in the eye. But the sun rose and fell, gave and took, even if it was cruel every so often. One sun was already too much for the world.”
A story about playing with fire, set in a world where, like sweat and gin, Chinese myths mingle with motels and hitmen.
“He had been burned and blistered, and his spine had never curved enough for him to hold his chin up and look it in the eye. But the sun rose and fell, gave and took, even if it was cruel every so often. One sun was already too much for the world.”