The Faded Portrait

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Act I Shahid Malik, thirty-two, a border patrol officer, stood on the creaking timber of the coal tipple, his boots grinding into the black dust that coated the end of his shift. He was not there for the coal, which was useless to the town’s economy, but for the stone gate at the edge of the old city, a structure that had begun to groan in a way that felt less like settling and more like...

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