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Chapter one: The locked door of the National Archives Annex was a mirror this morning. Elara didn’t see her own reflection, not really, just a distorted, gray smudge of a woman holding a lukewarm latte, framed by the wrought-iron fence. It wasn’t the institutional architecture that felt cold; it was the sheer bureaucratic silence. The…
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The air in the small apartment was thick with the scent of fermented fish and lemongrass, a fragrance that was, for me, the very essence of home. It was the smell of mohinga, a dish my late grandmother used to cook most Sundays in Yangon, a dish that tasted like a warm hug and the…
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The humid air of Changi Airport always hit me first, a thick, warm blanket that smelled of rain and orchids. After a decade in Singapore, I had grown used to the predictable hum of life in a city where rules were clear and security was a given. We never worried about the things I now…
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It’s funny how the things we do to relax change over time. When I was younger, my downtime was all about escaping into other worlds, whether I was navigating a digital landscape in a video game or getting lost in a good book. I’d spend hours immersed in stories and challenges, finding a quiet satisfaction…
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Chapter 1: Ne Win’s Shadow Yangon in the 1980s was a city of forgotten grandeur and faded hope, but to a child born into it, it was simply the world. The humid air hung thick with the smell of jasmine and vehicle exhaust, a constant presence that was as much a part of the city…
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The halls of the medical college were a labyrinth of ambition and exhaustion, where days blurred into nights and caffeine was a primary food group. That’s where our story began, in our fourth year, when the weight of our future careers settled upon our shoulders. We were two young students, navigating the relentless demands of…
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The dust of the Yangon streets settled on Moe’s worn canvas shoes, a familiar, ochre-colored patina that coated everything in the city. He walked with a determined purpose, his head down against the afternoon sun, past the fading colonial-era buildings and the ever-present, watchful eyes of a society held in a silent, collective breath. This…
A New Latitude 