The Distant Summer

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The harbor at Busan was a machine of rust and salt, grinding the morning into dust. Boats shifted in the thaw, their hulls scraping against the ice that was finally letting go. Eun-woo Lim stood in the alley behind the drained community pool, his breath a white plume in the cold air, holding a clipboard that weighed more than his arms could comfortably lift. He was a checker at the supermarket...

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