The Golden Quest
Chapter One Hira Abbasi stood at the head of the table, his hand resting on the back of his brother’s chair, while the air in the village hall tasted of burnt sugar and wet wool. I was thirty-four, a border officer with two years of service left on my contract, and I had just learned that my stomach was no longer a container for food but a room where something was slowly collapsing. The wedding...
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