The Golden Mirror
The thirty-four-year-old Thị Hoa woke with the taste of gold leaf in her mouth, a metallic film that clung to her teeth and the inside of her cheeks, the residue of a dream where she was drowning in a river of molten currency while the water stayed dry. She sat up in the narrow bed of her rented room above the wool grading shed, the damp seeping through the thin mattress and into her bones, and...
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