There are cities that breathe through commerce. There are cities that survive through power. And then there are cities that conceal themselves beneath beautiful lies. Sajgon belonged to the last. By daylight, its grand avenues glittered with imported silk, polished carriages, and merchants who smiled as though fortune had chosen them alone. Noble families spoke of honor, loyalty, and virtue beneath carved wooden ceilings while servants bowed without raising their eyes. Every greeting sounded courteous. Every promise carried a hidden price
There are cities that breathe through commerce. There are cities that survive through power. And then there are cities that conceal themselves beneath beautiful lies. Sajgon belonged to the last. By daylight, its grand avenues glittered with imported silk, polished carriages, and merchants who sm...