The Distant Affair

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Văn Nga stood at the threshold of the palace gate, the weight of the bronze spear in my hands a familiar, cold anchor to the earth. I was thirty-two years old, a guard of the inner court, and the grey October light pressed against my face like a wet woolen cloth. The Commander stood before me, his eyes the color of the river mud, fixed on me with a gaze that did not blink. In his hand, he held...

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