The Distant Blade
Chapter One Văn Trang remembered the weight of the blade before he saw it, a rusted weight pressing into the floorboards of his sealed office, a memory that felt more solid than the desk beneath his hands. He was thirty-four, an archivist of the colonial records, and he had one week left until his mandatory retirement, a deadline that felt less like a finish line and more like an execution...
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