The Faded Photograph

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I, Zainab Hussain, was twelve years old and already learning that the air in Lahore had a taste, like copper filings dissolved in stale water, and that my lungs, which should have been sponges for breath, had become stiff, dry things that cracked when I tried to fill them. The frost had killed the late beans in the garden behind the walled city, turning the green vines into black, brittle...

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