The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I look back now, from the grey bench outside the tribunal, at the night I stopped being Saad Sial. The fog had burned off by ten, leaving the walled city of Lahore stark and cold, but that morning I was still trapped in the dark of the sub-basement, the air heavy with ozone and the scent of old paper. I was a forensic archivist, thirty-four, and I needed to clear my name before the tribunal at...

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