The Wistful Petal
The entry for the twelfth of October reads: Debt incurred, capital exhausted, labor pledged. The ink was still wet when Somkit Saetang first touched the page, a viscous black that seemed to pull at his fingertip rather than resist it, bleeding outward into shapes that mimicked the tremor of his own hand. He sat in the cramped office of the Saetang Textile Mill, the air heavy with damp wool and...
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