The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The walled city of Lahore turned its back on the Khyber Pass, the mud-brick houses shrinking into the dust as the wind picked up, carrying the scent of wet earth and distant smoke. In the jagged rocks of the pass, Talha Abbasi lay pinned, his left arm a heavy, hot weight against the stone, the blood soaking through the fabric of his uniform in a dark, spreading map. He was thirty-four, a border...

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