The Golden Oath
Wanthanee Kaewkla sat on the cold stone steps of the back entrance, the rain slicking the pine needles into dark, heavy mats. I had been a tenured professor for twelve years, but for the last three months, I had been a ghost in my own office. The audit team had flagged my grant as fraudulent. My mentor, Dr. Srisak, had vanished. I left his office in a fury of shame, believing I had failed him,...
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