The Pale Altar
Chapter One Busan in 1943 was a city of rust and salt, where the harbor alleys twisted like intestines around the docks and the air tasted of diesel and dried kelp. The department stores on the main avenue stood empty, their glass shattered by typhoons or looters, while the smaller shops sold charcoal and stolen rice to those who could still afford the currency. Mi-kyung Yeo stood in the shadow...
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