“Prisoner of War”“戰(zhàn)俘”
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Sahira was standing in the doorframe， watching her father grow transparent1 as the morning sun glowed in her bleach-white2 kitchen. He sat at the marble table， gutting3 a radio transistor. The sun washed right through4 him. Sahira reached out for him， but Saleh shrugged away5 and disappeared like a mirage6 against the white walls.
早晨的陽光照進了漂白色的廚房，薩希拉站在門框里，看著父親的身影變得透明起來。（剩余4882字）