The Distant Ghost
Act I The mill consumed the light before the sun could touch the ground. Kiet Chaiyasit stood before the rusted gate, his breath misting in the cold air, clutching a leather-bound ledger that felt heavier than the iron bars surrounding him. He was thirty-two, a man whose face had been worn smooth by years of silence, and he carried the weight of a promise made to a woman who was already three...
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