The Wistful Dinner

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Who told the river it had to stay? Prasert Thammawong stood in the mud, his boots sucking with every shift of weight. The water of the Chao Phraya bend was high, grey, and silent. It did not answer. It simply held the bank, indifferent to the forty-two-year-old man whose knees ached with the damp. He was a border warden, though the border here was only a line of rusted wire and a sign that had...

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