The Distant Promise
Act I "Did you take it?" The question hung in the humid air of the union hall, heavier than the steam rising from the pie factory line that had been converted into a temporary tribunal. I was Chaiya Chaiyasit, forty-two, the court’s chief investigator, though the title felt like a coat that no longer fit my shoulders. My wife, Nong, had died of the plague three years ago, and the sickness had...
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