The Wistful Asylum
What did you think I was doing, sitting here in the dark, waiting for the silence to break? I asked Min-seo Jang, and he only looked at the cup, his eyes red-rimmed and wet, as if the question itself had cost him something tangible, something he could no longer afford to spend. We were in the back room of the coffee house, the one where the politics festered in the corners like mold, and the...
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