The Distant Summer

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"Pour it out, Fatemeh. The board will not smell your devotion." I held the vial of opium tincture between my thumb and forefinger, the glass warm from the sun that had slanted through the lattice of the loom room upstairs. It was the only thing I had left of Dr. Aris, who had vanished into the Balkan mud two years prior, leaving behind a legacy of silence and this single, potent distillate. I...

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