The Wistful Campus
The oxygen subscription for the Barros household was due on the fourteenth, a fact that weighed on Henrique Barros’s chest like a stone in his lung. He stood at the window of the tailor’s shop, a room filled with mirrors that multiplied his tired face into an infinite, sweating corridor, watching the permafrost slump toward the lake below the Porto docks. The air scrubber filter, overdue by...
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