The Wistful Silence

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Act I Did you think the rot was in the wood, or in the blood? The smell hit me first, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of my throat before I even stepped inside the shophouse on the dusty street, where the chains of the harbor pulleys clattered in the distance like a bad tooth. I am Zuraida Nurdin, and I have spent twelve years counting the receipts of this family’s ruin, my limp a...

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