The Distant Clue
Chapter One Wichai Thammawong remembered the weight of the brass compass in his palm long before he remembered the cold of the northern wind, a heavy, warm thing that had guided him through the klongs of Bangkok and the olive terraces of the bankrupt slopes with a fidelity that no map could match. He stood now at the edge of the pine forest, the thirty-four-year-old constable looking back at...
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