The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One The railway division ran on a rhythm of iron and steam, a mechanical heartbeat that pulsed through the Punjab villages where the canals ran brown with silt and the birch forests had been stripped to the stump, leaving only the pale, jagged teeth of the earth exposed to the spring sun. The air smelled of wet coal and rust, a scent that clung to the wool of my coat and the skin of my...

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