The Distant Summer
Chapter One Muhammad Amin’s hands were already slick with grease when the dream ended, the silver carp dissolving into steam against the backdrop of the walnut groves, a vision that had haunted him for three nights straight. He sat up in the narrow bed of the walk-up apartment, the radiator knocking its rhythmic, metallic warning against the wall, and pulled on his work clothes, the fabric...
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