The Distant Garden

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Act I "You are late, Hữu Phuc. The ledger is not waiting for your apologies." The voice belonged to the old teacher, retired now, sitting in the damp assembly room where the telephone exchange cords hung like dead vines. Phuc stood in the doorway, water dripping from his coat, the year 1848 pressing against the glass of the canal settlement like a wet hand. He was thirty, a border guard by...

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