The Distant Threshold

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Act I In the delta, the water does not ask permission to rise; it simply arrives, heavy and indifferent, filling the hulls of the boats until they groan under the weight of the current. Văn Phuong stood at the bow of his shared vessel, the wood slick with condensation and the sweat of his palms, watching the haze from the distant fires turn the morning light into a bruised, opaque yellow that...

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