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Chapter One Ahmad Bagheri’s hands were black with grease when he held the parchment up to the light of the workshop, the ink already bleeding through the fibers like a bruise forming under skin. He was thirty years old, a junior clerk in the Ministry of Fisheries, and the weight of the document in his fingers felt heavier than the iron tools scattered across the floor of the borrowed workshop....
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