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Karan sat in a dim room in 1970s Rawalpindi, the hum of a clandestine radio his only companion. To his neighbours, he was just a tailor—a man who measured inseams and patched elbows with quiet precision. But beneath the floorboards of his workshop lay the pulse of a nation’s secrets. As he snapped photos of the blueprints, the