The Golden Harbor
Chapter One The thaw had come to the Chao Phraya district with a violence that cracked the ice into jagged shards, floating the docks free of their winter moorings. It was a morning of brutal clarity, where the smell of rotting kelp and wet stone hung heavy in the air, masking the scent of the gold dust that usually perfumed the assembly rooms. Saisunee Roengsamut stood at the edge of the pier,...
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