The Distant Nightmare

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The ink on my fingers has not washed out, a grey stain that maps the veins of my hands like the root system of the neem tree outside my window, and I write this from the rubble of the Ministry where the air still tastes of wet paper and ash. I am Shahid Durrani, or at least I was, until the ledger decided otherwise, and I tell you this because the letters we sent to each other, those thin...

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