The Distant Affair
Tigran Tsiklauri’s hands were red to the wrist, scrubbing the linoleum of the registry side room, the bristles of his brush digging into the grime as the church bells and the muezzin’s call tangled in the humid air. He was a school janitor on a summer shift, his credit card float hovering at a dangerous low between gigs, and the landlord’s key collection hung on the wall behind him, a rusted...
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