The Shape of a Held Breath
On the first Tuesday of October, when the Iowa cornfields had turned the color of old parchment and the air carried the dry rustle of harvest, Dr. Rashid Haddad stood at his kitchen window watching his neighbor Mark Schroeder rake leaves with the methodical precision of a man who had never once been asked to explain himself. The leaves fell in spirals. Mark worked in straight lines. Rashid had...
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