HOÀN THÀNH
Reef Keeper
The wooden ship left the mainland port at five o'clock in the morning, when the fog had not yet completely dissipated on the surface of the bay. Pho Lam Khue sat at the bow of the ship, both hands clutching a backpack containing diving equipment, eyes looking towards the horizon where Hon Vong Ngu was still a blurry blue streak between the sea and sky. It's been twelve years since she returned. Twelve years, enough for a fifteen-year-old child to grow into a twenty-seven woman, enough for a pain to become as familiar as the rhythm of breathing, but never enough for her to forget the salty smell mixed in...
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