The Golden Suspect

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Samir Nasser stood in the rain at the edge of the medina, holding a tarnished brass compass that had not pointed north for ten years. I was thirty-two, a line cook working on a duplicate Social Security number, and I had traveled to the city to secure a legal pardon for my father, who was dying in a hospital bed while the tax boat arrived early this year. The needle inside the compass was...

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