As the train pulled away from Isfahan, Amir slid his hand into his suitcase and found what he was looking for. The shard of yellow ceramic was still there. He lifted it gently, turning it in the dim light, its cracked glaze catching memories more vividly than any photograph. That morning felt like a lifetime ago. The walls of his apartment had trembled, coughing up dust and fragments of plaster. The city itself seemed to shudder with fear. Amir hadn’t waited to think—only to act. He packed what he could,…
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