The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The klongs of Bangkok ran black and oily under the low sun, carrying the refuse of the city out to the sea where the treaty ships waited. The air smelled of rotting fruit and hot tar, a thick blanket that settled on the skin and would not lift. Lamyai Malithong walked through it, his boots heavy with mud, his hand resting on the brass surveyor’s compass in his pocket. He was thirty years old, a...

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