The Distant Garden
Chapter One In the old days, a promise was a stone in a pocket, heavy and real, but now it was smoke that slipped through the fingers before you could name it. Soo-ah Bae stood in the center of the banquet hall, the air thick with the cloying scent of roasted pork and expensive perfume, and felt the first sharp pinch of her failing memory, a symptom of the early-onset dementia that had begun to...
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