The Distant Journey
The rain had not stopped for three weeks, turning the red clay of the escarpment into a slurry that sucked at the soles of Mi-kyung Choi’s boots. She stood in the queue outside the Ministry of Agricultural Oversight, a senior auditor whose badge had been revoked that morning, holding a folder that felt heavier than the wet wool of her coat. The air smelled of wet dog and rust, the distinct...
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