The Distant Legend
"Sign here, Hina. Just the line. It’s already done." I looked up from the pool filter basket, my hands red and stinging from the chlorine that had soaked through my gloves. The water in the backyard pool of the Tanaka estate was a murky green, choked with pine needles and the grease from the snowplow season. It was a beautiful, dead thing. I had been cleaning this pool for three years, the same...
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