The Wistful Skyline

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Chapter One My hands were black with grease and the damp from the semaphore station’s rusted gears as I wiped them on a rag that had lost its color years ago. I was thirty-four, a municipal inspector in the old quarter of Hanoi, and I was trying to secure the demolition permit for the crumbling municipal archive to clear space for a new community center. The drizzle had been falling for three...

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