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Chapter One The Mekong delta in the dry season is a grid of cracked earth and diesel fumes, where the water table drops so low the wells freeze over by noon. I am Hữu Phuc, thirty-two, a palace guard assigned to the high-security wing of the government complex, a job that pays in silence and bad knees. I wanted only to survive the night shift and collect my pension, a sum that would barely...
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