The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

You think the ink is dry, but it is not. Chapter One "You think the ink is dry, but it is not," the magistrate’s clerk sneered, his fingers stained black with the very pigment that bound our fate. I looked down at the parchment in my hands, the royal seal a red smear that looked less like authority and more like a wound. It was 1932, or perhaps 1347, for time in Hanoi’s old quarter had long...

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