The Pale Dance
The notice was stamped in red ink, the seal cracked, the language dry as bone: Application for Residency, Portfolio Review, Pending. I read it three times, the paper trembling in my gloved hands, until the words blurred into a single, jagged line of refusal. I am Simin Hassani, a translator of palaces, a man who builds words like bricks, and I have come to this city of gardens to pay my tithe...
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