Unusual Affair

I oftentimes frequent the last pages of books to only meet their last word —that definitive detail we dare to forget. The word that conceals secrets about the book, the story, or the writer, while we pass by and shelve.

Inversely, the delicacy of this front, its arrangement, the typography, and the mastery of the author, deserves to delay the usual affair to the ordered time and place.

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