The Wistful Throne

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The fire took the roof off the community center in under an hour. It was a Tuesday. I remember because I was supposed to be there to inspect the plumbing for the new refugee intake program. My boots were muddy. My coat smelled of wet dog. We had been working for three weeks on the border crossing protocols. The air was dry and tasted like copper. The flames did not roar. They whispered. That...

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