LAUGHING EUNUCHS
I watched as the censor scraped frost off the inside of the window and squinted through the clearing at the grey mist that passed for Shanghai. I immediately liked him. This man knew all the stories. They lined his walls in categories. Some years he allowed more of one category, some years, more of another. I sympathise with people mired in such absurdities.
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