My name is Malik. It is the January of 2001. I have not been exempt from the burden of narration. My wife and my daughter’s well-being depends on it. I have been with money, I have been poor, I have been lost, I have been...
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It was right there, and it was just like she had remembered. Clearer in the daylight, no murk, no fog, just white in the clear blue. She stood in the snow speechless, dark shadow to her left, the inverted reflection of the great...