The Faded Photograph

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Act I Văn Hung remembered the dream before he opened his eyes. The field stretched out, borderless, the grass a dull yellow that matched the dust on his eyelids. He woke in the bed-sit, the hot plate humming its low, electric thrum, the air heavy with ozone and stale rice. He was thirty-four. His sister, Minh, was in the ward on the other side of the river, her lungs fighting a war against the...

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