The Faded Apartment

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The tax boat had come early, its hull cutting the grey water with a violence that shook the mud beneath our porch. I remembered the weight of the ledger in my hands, the leather binding slick with the humidity that swells every door in this parish until it sticks. I am Reino Koskinen. I was a seamstress paid by the piece, though that year I spent more time guarding the archive than stitching...

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