The Distant Temple
The alpine light struck the plain of standing stones with a hardness that bleached the dust, turning the student protest into a ghostly silhouette against the grey sky. Zahra Sadeghi stood at the edge of the crowd, her breath shallow, watching the kettle boil on the portable stove in the center of the dormitory courtyard. She was thirty-four, an architect whose hands were stained with ink and...
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