The Golden Downtown
What does it cost to be replaced by your own face? Chapter One I woke at the angle of the light, that sliver of dawn cutting across the floorboards of the manor’s back stairs, and found the hallway mirror holding a man who was not me, or rather, was me but without the weight of the years I had carried. Anong Srisuk, the name on my service papers, is a thirty-four-year-old border guard, a...
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