The Wistful Mirror

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Chapter One Fatemeh Parsa weighed forty-two years and a pension that had been raided by the state, standing in the center of the caravanserai’s main hall where the dry wind had cracked the clay plaster into a web of white scars. The feast for her brother’s retirement was a loud, heavy thing, a table groaning under the weight of flatbreads, dried limes, and copper trays of stew that smelled of...

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