The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Almaz Abdi’s hands were already deep in the brine when the whistle screamed across the harbor, a sound that cut through the damp air of the hurricane shelter like a blade through wet cloth. He was scrubbing the salt from the stone walls of the timeshare, the one he couldn’t sell, the one his father had left him with a new debt and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. The water ran cold and...

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