The Faded Alibi
Thị Lan stood in the customs shed of confiscated cloth, the air thick with the sour, damp rot of wool that had never been sold, and she knew that the ink in her well was the only thing keeping her alive. It was a mixture of soot, water, and the dried blood of her brother, a domestic anomaly that glowed faintly in the dark like a bruise under skin, and she had spent three years hiding it from...
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