The Pale Banner
Act I The harbor air in Busan carried the weight of rust and salt, a physical thing that settled in the lungs. Min-jun Seo, a border guard of thirty-four years, stood in the signal box, his hands resting on the levers that controlled the gate to the ferry terminal. He was not thinking of the gate. He was thinking of the jade pendant, shattered into three pieces on the kitchen linoleum, and the...
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