The Wistful Silence

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The canals of the delta ran black and still, a network of dark veins pulsing under the midday sun that reflected off the water’s surface like hammered tin. Men in flat caps hauled timber up the muddy banks, their shirts slick with sweat, while the smell of rotting pine hung heavy in the air, thick as wet wool. Vĩnh Duc stood on the dock, his boots caked in mud, holding a level and a plumb bob,...

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