The Witness in the Stable

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I. The stable smelled of hay and horse and the particular kind of cold that lives in stone walls and refuses to leave even in July. Frank Kowalski swept it anyway. He swept every morning at five, before the horses were fed, before the cart was harnessed, before the world woke up and started making demands. Sweeping was the one thing in his life that was entirely his—a small rectangle of packed...

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