The Pale Verdict
Chapter One Thị Trang’s pen hovered over the damp ledger, the nib scratching a sound like dry leaves skittering across the pavement. She was thirty-two, a clerk in the provincial registry, and she was currently auditing the estate records of the crumbling ancestral house on the canal, a task that felt less like work and more like holding her breath underwater. The house, a squat structure of...
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