The Wistful Cipher

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Act I I remember the weight of the paper before I remembered the pain in my chest. It was the ledger, thin and soft, tucked into the waistband of my trousers, pressing against the bruised skin of my ribs like a second heartbeat that wasn’t mine. I was Văn Hai, thirty-two years old, and the fog in the highlands was already thick enough to chew on. My lungs burned with the dry, hot ache of the...

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