The Distant Nightmare

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Chapter One "Another bottle of that tonic, Niran? You’re bleeding us dry." The words hung in the stale air of the klong-side apartment, heavy as the low cloud that had pressed against the windows for three weeks. Niran Phromma did not look up from her needle; she was stitching a tear in a guest’s robe, a job that paid two hundred baht for a night of sleepless vigil. Her husband, Somporn, lay on...

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