The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The light in the workshop of eighty-four Rope Walk was thin, the color of old tea, and it fell across the loom in a slant that made the warp threads look like the ribs of a drowned animal. Imran Chaudhry sat with his hands resting on his knees, the knuckles swollen and red, the skin pulled tight over bone as if his body were trying to shrink inside its own clothes. He was fifty-eight years old,...

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