The Distant Affair
Chapter One I am looking back at the winter of the cold snap, the one that burst the pipes in the medina and turned the tap water into a slurry of rust and ice, and I realize that the silence I hear now, the absolute quiet of the river that has quit making its low, constant hum, is the only thing that has not changed. I was thirty-two, an engineer in a nameless industrial city that smelled of...
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