The Sun Barterer
Sam Callahan had lost his left eye to a piece of flying glass in Liverpool, and his right eye to the truth in Denver. Not literally—the right eye was still there, on his face, seeing everything he wished he could unsee. But the truth had taken something from it, some brightness and some belief, until now it looked like the left one: dull, distant, fixed on a point somewhere beyond the horizon...
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