Close up the massive pile looked more like a fortress or a prison than a governmental office. It felt ancient—and menacing: Abandon hope all ye who enter these gates. He paid off the cabby, who was escorted back to the main gate. As he stood waiting next to an armed guard who was to take him inside, he could hear the chanting of a large crowd. He was around the side of the building, so he had no sight line down the broad avenue, but notably absent were the sounds of gunfire, which seemed always to be present at times like these. “Dr. Parks,” his guard prompted. “It sounds peaceful.” The guard smiled faintly. “It is the Messiah, his message is one of peace.” “Someone is with him.” “The people.” “I meant that someone from the Aiwan is walking with him. Someone from the Taliban.” “I wouldn’t know,”
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