The Distant Summer

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The valley floor hummed with the labor of a thousand looms, the air heavy with wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of iron filings. In the requisitioned barrack at the edge of the survey line, Kourosh Ahmadi sat hunched over a ledger, his left hand trembling so violently that the ink bled into the parchment like a slow, red wound. He was thirty-two years old, a clerk of the company store, and...

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