The Distant Temple
Chapter One In the delta, water does not merely flow; it negotiates. Thị Nam stood before the glass partition of the Ministry of Reconciliation, the humidity of the floating market pressing against her skin like a wet wool coat. She was thirty-four, a veteran of the border skirmishes, yet here she was, reduced to a petition for a debt that did not exist. The office was sterile, humming with the...
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