The Golden Visit
The dusting had stopped the whole city, a fine gray powder that settled on the eyelashes of the dead and the living alike. Seung-min Hong, forty-five years old and carrying the weight of a garrison commander’s duty, walked the pine-barren path toward the sealed mountain fortress. He was alone inland, a navigation surveyor by trade who had traded his compass for a shovel, driven by a single,...
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