The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

Chapter One I remember the weight of it more than the cold. It sat on my shoulder, a bundle of wet silk that smelled of river mud and rot. I was forty-two then, a broker of fish quotas in a township that was slowly being swallowed by the water table. My brother, Văn Minh, had died in the hospital with the flu, leaving me his debts and his final shipment. The capital needed the silk for the...

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