The Golden Master
The notice was pinned to the door of the assessor’s office, the paper damp and curling at the edges, the ink running where the humidity had swollen the wood of the frame until the latch no longer caught. Vijay Khan stood in the doorway, his back aching from the long shift at the docks, holding a set of dentures that did not fit anyone in his family, the plastic teeth clicking softly against...
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