The Distant Wound
"You can't sign that, Hai Hu. It’s a lie." The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening in the grey light of the temple courtyard. Hai Hu stared at the document, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, sickening realization that his own hands had held the pen. He was a border enforcement officer, a man who prided himself on the integrity of his seal, yet here he was,...
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