The Wistful Campus

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Chapter One The rain in the delta does not wash things clean; it only makes the mud heavier. I stood in the courtyard of the temple, my shoes sinking into the slick earth, and shouted at Curator Trần until my throat felt raw and scraped. I was twenty-two years old, a junior archivist with ink under my fingernails, and I demanded the release of the ancestral land deeds from the restricted vault....

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