The Distant Affair
The first thing you notice is the weight. Not the air, though the air is thick with the smell of ozone and wet iron, but the physical pressure against your skin. You count the steps up the ramp: one hundred and twelve. Each step is a stone block, worn smooth by the boots of men who have carried heavy things. You are carrying nothing but your brother’s debt, a ledger of numbers that totals four...
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