The Golden Downtown
Chapter One "You cannot stamp a form that was never entered into the system, Ms. Thanh." The clerk’s voice was flat, a dry rattle against the glass partition, and Thị Thanh felt the weight of the folder in her hands become a physical burden, heavy as wet stone. She had carried it from the retraining center, where the air always smelled of stale coffee and floor wax, to this district office in...
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