05.09.2026, 14:10
Sleep came in broad daylight, in the middle of the suffocating midday stupor of the camp anthill, through the buzzing of flies, the creaking of wheelbarrows, and the clanking of tin buckets. It was not a falling asleep, but a falling: one moment the white canvas of an American tent billowed overhead, and the next — Yuriko was blinded by an entirely different sun. An ancient, angry, scorching sun that remembered the world when it was young
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