The Distant Journey

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Act I Do you think a man can hold a shape together with his breath alone, or does the air always leak out? I asked Kadir this while he fed the furnace, his face a mask of soot and sweat, the heat pressing against my chest like a physical weight. I was forty-two years old, and the debt collector was my own brother, a man whose silence was heavier than any shout. The workshop was a cold stone...

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