The Distant Legend
Chapter One Hoa remembered the weight of the ink long after his hands were washed, a cold, wet pressure that settled into the creases of his knuckles and refused to leave, so that when he later sat on the bench outside the temple granary, he could still feel the dampness of the ledger entry that had signed his life away. It was a Tuesday, the kind of day in the delta where the ice storm had...
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