The Faded Alibi
The delta market moved in a slow, brown tide of boats and barges, the air heavy with wet pine and rotting fish guts. Carts rattled on the cobblestones before the light was fully up, the sound sharp against the stillness. Hữu Nam stood at the edge of the quay, his hands trembling, holding a cracked porcelain bowl. He was thirty years old, an archivist by trade, and he had come to the Ministry to...
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