The Distant Affair

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Act I My hands were slick with the grease of the press, the black ink staining the creases of my knuckles as I slammed the lever down, the heavy metal bar slamming into the wood block with a sound like a bone breaking. I was Rashid Rahal, the last typesetter on the night shift, and the paper was jammed in the feed, a twisted knot of newsprint that smelled of sulfur and old fear. The cold snap...

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