The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

I Narges Salehi, thirty-two, had worn the concrete dust of the postal road into the creases of her knuckles for twenty years, a fact that made her hands look older than her face and her joints ache with the specific, grinding protest of a hinge forced beyond its tolerance. She marched into the foggy wilderness with her younger brother, Kian, who was nineteen and terrified, their boots sinking...

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