The room was bare and bleak—no pictures or windows, just the door through which they had come. Azad sat alone on a steel chair on one side of a large metal table. Around him stood several Secret Service and FBI agents. Kurdish peshmerga fighters stood guard outside the door. He couldn’t help but wonde…
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