The Distant Garden
The invoice from the Town Council of Zlatograd arrived on a Tuesday, printed on the cheap, fibrous paper that smelled of wet dust and old ink, detailing the final payment for the bridge design I had submitted three months prior, a sum of four thousand euros that was supposed to cover the first installment of Mara’s dialysis treatments, but the clerk’s signature at the bottom was smudged, as if...
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