The Distant Journey

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I Tariq Idris had worked for six years in the district tax office, and his hands were always cold, a fact that the other clerks treated with the polite pity reserved for the chronically ill. He sat in a cubicle near the window, where the light from the high, dusty panes fell in slanted bars across his desk, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the dry air. The ledger lay open before him,...

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