The Novice and the Missing Amulet
Chapter 12 · free to read
Forty years. The first thing either of them said was about tea, and the second thing took eleven minutes to arrive.
The article was eleven hundred words and it was, by any professional standard he had been taught, finished. It named the temple, the forgery, the committee of 1986, and the buyer.
He had been given it on his first morning at Wat Rung Kaew, when he was six, by an old woman with brass keys who had told him not to lose it.
The copy went back where it had lived for forty-one years, and the abbot rang the bell, and by evening the whole valley knew the Nine Rains had come home. Everyone in the prayer hall knew it was a lie, and every one of them had a different reason for letting it stand.
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