The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The stone was cold, a cold that felt like sucking the marrow from my own bones. "You are late, Thị Duc." My father’s voice came from the shadow of the colonnade, low and steady as the water in the paddy. I did not turn. I kept my palm pressed against the eroding boundary wall, the one that separated our ancestral estate from the flooded fields beyond. The wall was not merely stone; it was a...

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