The Golden Quest
I Tigran Minasyan, forty-two, stood in the mud of the border crossing, clutching a withered pomegranate tree sapling. He wanted to plant it in his late sister’s garden before the frost killed it, but the border guard, a subordinate to the regional agricultural bureau, refused entry, citing a new, unexplained quarantine decree. The rain fell hard on the day everything was decided, turning the...
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