The Wistful Voyage

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The looms of Lahore clattered in the grey dawn, a rhythmic percussion that shook the dust from the lintels of the walled city, while the salt traders checked their ledgers in the back rooms of pawnshops, their breath pluming in the cold air that seemed to eat the sound of the temple bells. Sadia Sial, forty-two, sat at her desk in the Imperial Textile Bureau, the air heavy with old paper and...

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