The Wistful Witness
Chapter One The salt caravans moved through the Hunza valleys like a slow bleed of white dust, their camels groaning under the weight of the season’s final trade, while the wind stripped the last green from the high passes. Imran Qureshi stood at the edge of the scribe’s stall behind the court, his hand resting on the cold iron of the lathe that hummed in the corner, a sound that had begun to...
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