The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One Did you truly believe that loyalty was a currency we could mint without cost? I write this from the cold stone of the dungeon, the damp seeping into the plaster of my joints, the way it always does in this delta, where the sky is so wide it feels less like air and more like a sea that has forgotten how to fall. I am Thị Thanh, and I am dying, or perhaps I am merely learning how to...
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