The Distant Affair
Shahid Butt had worked the night shift at the warehouse on the edge of the canal for three years, a duration that felt both longer and shorter than a human life should allow. The wet season had not ended, and the black soil of the Punjab plain, now transplanted in memory to the grey pavement of Toronto, seemed to seep through the soles of his boots. He wanted only two things: the $2,000 fee to...
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