HOÀN THÀNH
Old Street Corner Gold Shop
At six o'clock in the morning, Ngan Lu street was not yet fully awake, but Tan Phat gold shop was already open. Khuong Thuc Vy pulled the iron door with a familiar hissing sound, the damp smell of old wood and the slight burning smell of welding powder left over from the previous day rushed out, mingling with the morning dew still lingering on the tile roof. She stood for a moment on the doorstep, looking at the narrow street with a few people sweeping the porch, then stepped inside, turning on the lights one by one like a ritual she couldn't miss since she was a child following her grandfather down to the shop every morning. Too bad…
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