The Distant Summer
The fluorescent tubes above the climate-controlled vault flickered with a rhythmic, unnatural pulse, mirroring the erratic throb in Ahmad Rahal’s temples as he hovered his hand over the crumbling 1974 municipal ledger. He wanted to restore the page before the ink dissolved, a task that required the steady, precise touch of a man who had spent twenty years repairing the colony’s paper trails,...
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