The Wistful Letter

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Chapter One My hands were shaking as I sealed the clay jar with wax, the smell of the damp earth from the well still clinging to my knuckles, a scent that tasted of iron and old blood, and I knew that the water inside was not merely liquid but a whisper that had learned my name. I am Văn Khanh, a mail clerk for the district between stations, and I have spent twelve years sorting the physical...

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