The Distant Summer

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Do you remember the weight of a promise when it is the only thing holding you to the earth? I did not, not until the fog in Kottayam turned thick enough to taste, metallic and old, like the air inside a sealed jar. I was twenty-four, a junior archivist in the basement of the municipal records office, a job that smelled of damp cardboard and the slow decay of paper. My task was simple, or so I...

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