The Wistful Crossroads

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Prasert Roengsamut stood at the edge of the caravanserai’s courtyard, the damp earth slick under his boots, watching the last of the day’s trade settle into the gloom of the old kingdom. The air was heavy with the smell of wet stone and woodsmoke, a physical weight that pressed against the chest, and the unseasonal cold had settled into the joints of every man and woman who remained in the...

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