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At the time, Azad was young, obsessed with the cities beyond the peaks, with the soft hands of scholars and the hum of machines. He had found his grandfather’s pride—that stubborn, mountain-hewn dignity—to be an anchor that kept them from drifting into the modern world. Azizim Serbilindim Ez

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