The Wistful Mountain

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Act I What is it that holds a man to his post when the post is a lie? I am Văn Phuong, thirty-two years old, a border guard stationed in the industrial sprawl of Hanoi, 1936, and I have spent the last three weeks watching my left hand turn to stone. It began at the fingertips, a cold grayness that felt like frostbite, then crept up the knuckles with the slow, grinding inevitability of rust...

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