The Distant Nightmare

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Chapter One The air in Tehran in 1913 held a specific weight, heavy with the dust of the desert and the smoke of coal, a pressure that sat on the chest like a wet wool blanket. Hossein Salehi stood on the corner of Naderi Street, the rain slicking his coat, clutching a leather-bound ledger to his ribs. He was thirty-two years old, a man whose hands were permanently stained with ink and whose...

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