The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One Ministry rations cost three won a loaf, and the air in the banquet hall smelled of wet wool and cheap perfume. Joon-young Kang stood by the buffet, his hand wrapped around his service badge, the metal warm and slick against his palm, sweating a viscous golden sap that smelled of rotting orchids. He was forty-five, a border guard with twenty years of service, and he wanted only to...
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