The Golden Visit
The salt pans of the Gyeongsang coast stretched out like a mirror cracked by the weight of the sun, reflecting the orbital loading dock where the cranes stood idle, their shadows long and sharp against the white crust. I was standing at the edge of the dry lake, my boots sinking into the salt, watching the tide clock tick in the distance, a sound that nobody reset and everyone ignored. My name...
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