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The night in Lahore lays itself down like a bolt of deep violet silk, embroidered with the jagged silver of neon signs and the soft, distant gold of a minaret. Zara watched it from the window of her room, the air conditioning a quiet hum against the city's symphony of horns and the distant, rhythmic call to prayer that seemed to seep from the very stones. Down below, the chaos of Garden Town...
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