The Golden Mirror
Chapter One Thị Duc stood at the edge of the floating market in the delta, where the water was black with silt and the air smelled of rotting mangoes and wet iron. I was thirty years old, a border guard with a pension that had been wiped out by the currency reform two years prior, and I had just pulled a dead smuggler from the reeds. The man’s bag was soaked, heavy with mud, and inside, wrapped...
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