The Faded Dust
Chapter One "Did you think I would let you burn it?" Minh asked, his voice flat, stripped of the deference he had worn like a cheap suit for three years. I stood in the doorway of the archive, the levee commission report clutched in my hand, its edges soft and yellowed from the humidity of the Mekong delta. The light from the single kerosene lamp outside was failing, casting long, jagged...
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