Chapter 4 · free to read
One sheet of forgotten paper. Two hands wanting it. And the man holding it had spent his whole life choosing the hand that paid.
The canal had watched the Saovaphak name take from it for a decade. This dawn, it closed ranks like a fist.
The floating market had followed them onto dry land — and dry land was where Wilai had always won.
He had turned a hundred families into figures in this book. Now he was tearing the book open to set them free.
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