The Distant Promise
Act I Who pays for the silence? Văn Huong asked the dust, his voice sounding hollow and thin against the peeling plaster of the abandoned Saigon Opera House atrium, a question that hung in the stale air long after he had stopped speaking. He was thirty-two, a structural engineer with a reputation for precision and a debt that weighed heavier than the concrete above his head, standing on the...
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