The Wistful Mountain

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Act I I remember the sound of the snow before I saw the white, a hush so heavy it felt like pressure against the eardrums, erasing the clatter of the border posts. Arsalan Siddiqui, the name on the survey log, was a title I held more than a person I was, a weight of duty pressed into the wool of my uniform. My father’s legacy was not a memory but a map, a rigid grid of lines that demanded I...

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