THE DEVIL'S ARITHMETIC

SOMPONG'S POV (Age 35, Year 1990)

The dream started good. I was fourteen, the sun was warm, and my uncle was laughing. He bought me grilled pork. A good memory.

Then it went bad. The light changed. The pork smelled wrong, like rust. His hand felt cold. I wasn’t on the street anymore, I was on ...

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