The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

Act I Reza Rezaei, thirty-two, pawnbroker’s son, held the weight of a dead man’s debt in his hands. It was a bone comb, teeth missing, heavy as a stone in my palm. The wind outside the caravanserai windows howled, a dry, splitting sound that dried the fruit on the trees and cracked the mud walls. I sat in the reclamation yard, surrounded by the rusted skeletons of wind turbines and dead looms,...

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