The Distant Summer

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Somchai Roengsamut pressed the pen to the ledger, the nib scratching against the paper with a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. The ink was black, but it moved with a sluggish, oily persistence, pooling in the grooves of his handwriting as if the page itself were resisting the lie. He was forty-five, and the audit deadline was three days away, a fact that sat in his stomach like a...

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