The Golden Downtown
Chapter One The walled city of Lahore woke to the clatter of the mail coach, its iron wheels biting into the cobblestones with a sound like grinding teeth, and the air smelled of coal smoke and the sharp, metallic tang of the first frost. Hafsa Chaudhry, a constable of thirty-two years, stood at the window of her office, watching the procession of carts and pedestrians, her eyes fixed on the...
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