The Distant Nightmare

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Could the water hold the weight of a man’s name, or would it simply swallow the sound? Ji-ho Han stood at the edge of the tidal pool, his boots sinking into the wet sand that smelled of rotting kelp and diesel, while the mist rolled in from the sea like a grey curtain drawn across the stage of the world. He was thirty-two, a stevedore with a back that ached like a rusted hinge, and he held in...

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