The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

Arsalan Ali’s hands were stained indigo, the dye sinking into the whorls of his fingerprints like water into dry earth. I had been a cartographer for twelve years, mapping the canal systems of the Punjab for the court, but the ink I used now did not dry. It whispered. The sound was faint, a low hum that vibrated in the teeth, but I knew the words. They were accusations. They were names. I sat...

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