HOÀN THÀNH
The Lantern That Never Goes Out
The morning dew still lingered on the mossy tiled roof when Pho Uyen Chi opened the wooden door of the Van Nguyet lamp factory. The smell of newly split bamboo, the smell of glue, the smell of silk with a hint of night moisture mixed together into a familiar scent that she had breathed since she was a little girl, crawling around the bundles of bamboo slats lining the walls of the house. The small alley leading to the river wharf was still quiet, with only the sound of rowing water somewhere from a boat carrying vegetables to the market early. Nguyet Giang ancient town in the first days of the seventh lunar month always looks...
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