The Golden Circuit

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The gas lamps along the old quarter flickered in a rhythm that matched the breathing of the city, a slow, heavy exhalation of coal smoke and damp stone. In the narrow streets where slate hills split the flat earth, the workers moved with the mechanical precision of the looms they tended. Thị Lan walked among them, her hands tucked into the pockets of her worn coat, feeling the cold weight of...

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