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A Postcard from The Nizam Sugar Factory
Placing the yellowing postcard on the glass display case I asked Abdul Hamid, "Can you read this for me?"He paused for a moment before bringing the yellowing postcard to his face even as he bent his head towards it. Light sauntered in through the glass door that opened into the arcade lined by commercial establishments in the British-era stone building.Under the tight fitting white skull-cap,

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