The Wistful Letter
The notice was printed on thin, yellowed paper, the ink faded to a rust color that stained the fingertips. Chapter One Hossein Ahmadi arrived in Tabriz on the last train of the afternoon, the air heavy with wet slate and coal smoke. He was forty-five, his uniform too large for a body that had shrunk with age, and he carried a single leather satchel containing his pension papers and a debt that...
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