The Wistful Petal
The air in the staff room of the closing school smelled of damp wool and old chalk dust, a scent that clung to Eun-woo Shin’s uniform long after he had left the building, a physical weight that marked him as a man out of time. He was a customs inspector, a title that had once meant the gatekeeper of the port, but now, in this mill town where the strike had turned the air into a thick, gray...
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