The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The pruning shears bit into the fig branch with a sound like a knuckle cracking. Talha Durrani hung from the limb, his boots finding purchase on the rough, gray bark, his eyes fixed on the purple swell of the fruit just out of reach. He was fourteen, and the weight of the branch was a living thing, shifting under his grip. The courtyard of the ancestral house in the Hunza valley was silent,...

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