The Pale Banner
Act I Văn Khanh remembered the gala as a fever dream of brass and steam, a retrospective of the night he broke the world, looking back from the sterile white of the hospital ward where the light was always thin and grey. He had been thirty-four then, a structural engineer with a head full of formulas and a heart full of a desperate, silent prayer, standing in the floating city of Thang Long...
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