“The road widened on a curve, then narrowed over a bridge made of ancient stone, the kind of bridge that had been standing since before the British drew lines on a map and called them borders. The trees grew taller and the shade deeper. Morning sunlight broke through the clouds in thin gold columns that fell between the deodars like light through stained glass, the dappled pattern of green, gold, and shadow punctuated by flashes of red rhododendron and the occasional prayer flag strung between trees.”