The Faded Road
Chapter One Wanthanee Saetang, forty-two, sat in the archive of the state records bureau, his hands trembling so violently that the stylus slipped from his grip and struck the digitizing tablet with a sharp, hollow crack. He was twenty years into a career of silent endurance, and the weight of the pre-war land deeds in the wooden box before him felt heavier than the stone walls of the building...
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