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a small literary event.
Sixty copies of Adam Kalmar’s slim book sat on a long table by the windows.
The Spring Is Rusting.
Translated from the Hungarian by Kora Whitfield.
Tessa was there with Daniel.
Margaret was there, watching the room like the school librarian she was, pleased by the conditions under which a book could happen.
Amelia took coats at the continue reading …
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