The Faded Road
Could a man lose a war he never joined? Văn Yen asked the question aloud, the sound of his own voice cracking in the dusty air of the courthouse library. He was forty years old, a senior archivist whose hands trembled now, not from age, but from the poison of the dust that had settled into his joints over twenty years of service. He wanted only his pension, the paper proof that his life had...
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