By Andrew North
One winter morning in 2022 I found myself being pushed, blindfolded, into a Taliban interrogation room in Kabul. A guard I couldn’t see shoved me into a chair. I heard the door close, then nothing. I listened for hints that someone else was in the room, but all I could pick up was my heartbeat and the sound of my own slow, fearful breathing.
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