The Distant Crown
Chapter One The valley of Hunza in 1912 smelled of sulfur and wet wool, the air thick with the soot of a hundred chimneys that fed the great Iron Gate of the factory, a structure that hummed with a low, red pulse like a second heartbeat beneath the skin of the world. Waqar Ali stood before it, his uniform stiff with dust, his eyes fixed on the iron veins that glowed faintly in the twilight,...
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