The Distant Threshold
The Minister’s wife is dead, but the Ministry does not know it yet, and I am the only one who knows why the silk will not hold. Do you know what it costs to keep a secret in a house where the walls have ears made of paper and ink? It costs the color of your eyes. It costs the name on your shopfront. I am Young-ho Kang, and I have been a tailor in the shadow of the Palace for thirty-two years,...
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