The Wistful Mirror
Chapter One "You’re bleeding on the contract again, Anirut." The voice of Preecha, the lot manager, was dry as the dust that coated the used-car inventory, and he did not look up from the stack of high-interest paper forms. Anirut wiped his hand on his trousers, the dark stain spreading across the grey fabric like a bruise, and watched the rain outside the window of the diner begin to turn the...
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