The Distant Summer

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Act I Ibrahim Asante, twenty-four, paid for his oxygen subscription in cash every second Tuesday, a ritual that cost him more in dignity than in cedis, and he stood in the queue at the seed vault on a morning when the fog had turned the harbor into a gray, breathing thing. The air was thick, wet, and smelled of rust and rotting kelp, a physical weight against the lungs that made the monthly fee...

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