The Distant Affair
March 12, 2024 The ink on the page of *The History of Municipal Debt* was not dry, but it was cold, a slick, viscous black that smelled of iron and old rain. I am thirty-two, a night-shift archivist in a crumbling municipal library, desperate to secure the grant that will save my mother’s care home from foreclosure, a sum of money that feels less like currency and more like a lifeline thrown...
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