The Wistful Mountain

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The smoke season had turned the air in Bangkok into a thick, grey soup that settled on the tongue like ash. The klongs ran slow and black, choked with silt and the refuse of a city that could no longer afford to clean itself. I worked in the loom room upstairs, where the weight of the silence was a physical thing, pressing against my eardrums. Chapter One My name is Kanyarat Srisuk. I am...

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