The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The shophouses of the hill station stood in a row like teeth grinding against the cold, their facades cracked by the humidity that seeped up from the valley floor, a place where the air tasted of diesel and thawing earth and where the gasp of a settling house was the only sound that mattered before the roosters began to crow. It was a street of men who had lost their contracts, of women who...

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