The Distant Affair
Gwawr Jenkins’s hands shook as he scanned the barcode, the beeping sharp and final in the quiet of the empty arcade. The phone on the counter rang, that specific, grating tone reserved for debt collectors, vibrating against the laminate. He ignored it. The screen of the register glowed, reflecting his tired face back at him, a ghost in the glass. He had wanted to expose Rhys, the store manager,...
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