The Pale Verdict
Act I Can a woman hold a map in her mouth without breaking her teeth? I asked myself that question while the smoke from the burnt barn still hung low over the shophouses of Penang, a grey haze that tasted of ash and burnt plastic. I am Zuraida binte Salleh, a junior clerk in the archives of the border industrial park, and I have a medical bill on a payment plan that eats my lunch money. The...
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