In fiction you make the Chinese secretive, criminal, and terrible—or comic. “Why do you kill me?” Michelle asked. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. He's a hundred miles sou'-east of me. At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it.
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