The Wistful Saga
The new highway through the walled city moves like a vein, carrying trucks full of steel and grain past the crumbling brick of the old quarters. The air here tastes of diesel and dry dust, a permanent grit that settles in the throat and the lungs. I am Shahid Malik, a senior archivist in a municipal building that is slowly being eaten by its own decay. I am forty-two years old, and I have spent...
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