The Distant Threshold

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Act I Kourosh Ebrahimi sat at the head of the stone table, his hands resting on the cold, inlaid gaming board that had belonged to his grandfather, and he counted the coins in his pocket with the precise, trembling fingers of a man who knew exactly how much he was worth in the eyes of the capital. The feast was a mockery, a display of abundance that only highlighted the hollow ache in his...

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