Ana Maria Dobre-NirI tightened the gunny sack around my cane. I could have sworn I had left it on the chair by the door. But it wasn’t there. Above the mirror, Amalia’s photo smiled at me. She always said not to forget the bread. I had gone down the stairs, but they seemed steeper. On the way, I passed …
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Real Fiction / Ana Maria Dobre-Nir, Irina-Ana Drobot, Yuka Brevi, translated by Andreea-Nicoleta Ban: Priority
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