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The ink on the receipt was brown, fading into the weave of the paper like a bruise healing in reverse. It listed three ounces of camphor, two of dried ginger, and a sum of money that, if paid, would have kept the barn roof from collapsing into the fire pit. I held the slip against the light of the archive lamp, my thumb pressing the crease flat, and watched the numbers blur. My father was three...
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