The Distant Journey

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Act I Arsalan Hussain, thirty-two, had not slept properly in six months, a fact that manifested not as fatigue but as a persistent, grinding ache in his molars. He woke again to the dream of the brass compass, its face shattered, the needle spinning uselessly against the broken glass, a sound like a dry twig snapping in a silent room. In the grey light of the Karachi office, the air tasted of...

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