The Distant Cartograph

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Mahsa Moradi stood at the front of the line, her uniform stiff with the damp of the morning, and demanded to know why her brother was still behind bars. She was thirty years old, a police inspector in Tehran in the year 1912, and she had not slept since the census takers had marked her household as insolvent. The Chief Inspector, a man named Davood, sat behind a desk cluttered with ledgers and...

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