The Faded Chronicle

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Who could possibly want a hand that bled ink, a stain that no amount of lye and scrubbing could lift from the pores of the skin? Leila Barakat, the triage clerk in the valley’s only municipal clinic, had wanted that hand for three years, though she had never admitted it to herself until the drizzle began to outlast her coats and the rubbish truck’s brakes screamed at dawn. The smell of the...

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