The Wistful Silence

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Act I The radiator in the walk-up apartment knocked a steady, metallic rhythm against the cold air, a sound that seemed to come from the walls themselves rather than the pipe. Văn Thao stood in the center of the room, holding a porcelain jar that had once been whole. It was now a collection of sharp, white shards, and inside, the dried lotus seeds were scattered across the floor like broken...

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