The Courier’s Ghost

The deadbolt of the apartment door felt like a lead weight in Lin Mei’s palm, a cold iron anchor dragging her back into the room. Outside, the morning light was thin, filtering through the grime of the windowpane, but the street sounds were already shifting. The usual rhythmic morning bustle of Chinatown felt muted, hesitant, as if the neighborhood were holding its breath to see if she would step out or stay buried.

Lin Mei shoved her laptop into her bag. She needed a lawyer—someone who didn’t know her father’s name or the suffoca

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