The Golden Circuit
Chapter One The delta wakes before the sun, a sprawling grid of waterways where the reed beds whisper against the clay banks and the air sits heavy with the scent of rotting rice stalks. It is a place where the water line dictates the law, where the toll on the bridge is the first debt paid and the last question asked. I am Thị Huong, a bonded scribe of the third rank, and I sit in the office...
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