The Wistful Incense

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The sun broke through after nine days of rain, drying the dust into a fine, choking powder that settled on every surface of the caravanserai, making the air taste of old iron and dry earth. I wrote the letter to my brother Rostam on a scrap of paper saved from a shipping manifest, the ink smearing slightly as my hand trembled, not from age, but from the cold that had settled into my joints...

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