The Faded Portrait

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Văn Binh, forty-five and a border guard with a debt for a ladder, held the sealed file tight against his chest as the mud of the pilgrim road sucked at his boots. The monsoon had turned the delta into a sea of grey slurry, and the mountain pass was closing in. His left hand trembled, a violent shudder that made the paper slip from his grip, landing in the black muck. He knelt, scraping the silt...

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