The Golden Suspect

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Parvin Ebrahimi had long since forgotten the taste of the pearling water, that brine that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like sand. He remembered only the chill, the physical fact of it rising from the cellar of the requisitioned schoolhouse where he now sat, the walls sweating dampness in the Occupation’s gray twilight. It was a retrospective view, a looking back from...

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