The Golden Greenhouse
Chapter One Minh Trang, thirty-two, stood before the glass display case in the factory’s central hall, knowing with a cold, arithmetic certainty that the gold filigree inside was worth more than my entire salary for the year. The air smelled of damp wool and machine oil, the weight of the humid Mekong delta pressing against the corrugated iron roof, a physical fact that made every breath feel...
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