Miniso Sihanoukville -

A young woman burst out of the store, not walking but gliding, her arms full of plush toys. She wasn't local. She wasn’t a Chinese tourist. She had the greyish skin of a deep-sea fish and eyes the color of a stormy Gulf of Thailand.

Sokha laughed. “Drowned city? Only thing drowned here is my engine if this rain keeps up.” miniso sihanoukville

“You,” she said, her voice a soft hum. “Take me to the pier. The old one, before the Chinese built everything.” A young woman burst out of the store,

“It’s not a dog,” the woman whispered. “It’s a guardian. From the drowned city.” not walking but gliding