The Distant Whispers

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The fog in Chiang Mai did not lift; it merely thinned enough to make the port useless for the morning trade. Narong Kaewkla stood in the doorway of the longhouse, her breath visible in the cold air, holding the jade pendant that had been her mother’s only possession before the debts swallowed the family name. She was thirty-four, unpaid for a season as the temple gardener, and the rent owed to...

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