The Wistful Witness

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Act I "You are hesitating, Minh Nga. The ink dries." The lawyer’s voice was dry, like the dust on the window sill. I looked at the deed, the paper heavy with the weight of the sawmill’s debts, the three hundred sacks of rubber, the unpaid wages for the summer crew. I wanted to sign. I needed to sign. But the mirror behind his shoulder showed a woman who had not yet lifted her pen. Three...

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