The Shadow Network
Rain slicked the uneven cobbles of the service alley, reflecting the district’s neon in fractured, oily streaks. Lin Mei pressed the master ledger against her ribs, the leather binding cold and damp. It was heavier than paper had any right to be; it was the weight of every coerced signature, every liquidated family shop, and the final, ruinous ambition of Commissioner Zhao. Behind her, the heavy steel door of her father’s study groaned under the weight of Uncle Chen’s enforcers. Their voices were low, rhythmic, and terrifyingly calm—the sound of men who believed they were simply correcting a filing error.
Lin Mei didn’t look back. She knew these back-alley veins better than they did. She had spent a lifetime trying to outrun them, only to realize she ha
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