The Faded Sutra
Chiang Mai at first light was a city of mud and iron, the docks crowded with men hauling crates of salted fish and bundles of thatch, the air heavy with wet wood and the low, rhythmic thud of hammers striking piles. The water in the moat was black and still, reflecting the grey sky that hung low over the terraced hillsides, scarred by the recent landslides that had swallowed half the outer...
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