The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

Mahmoud Tamimi was on his knees, the brass key slick in his palm, when the first groan of the wall split the silence. He was fifty-eight, a retired border guard with bad knees and a bad name, and he was trapped in the cellar beneath the customs shed. The air tasted of wet clay and old rust. He had come here to clear his record before his heart gave out, but the door had locked behind him twenty...

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