The Distant Metropolis

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Amina Mrisho remembered the exact temperature of the air when the pipes burst, a crisp thirty-two degrees that turned the condensation on the cottage windows into a thin, icy crust. It was a cold that settled in the joints, a physical fact that made the work of survival feel less like a choice and more like a labor constraint. She stood in the kitchen, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea that...

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