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Prisoner number 804,

the plot to erase Imran Khan by Usman Samyuddin,

read by Aaron Neal.

Thank you. Reid, read by Aaron Neal. Just so we're clear, the following is a fact.

Not opinion, not a point of view, not a hot take.

Fact.

There is no Pakistani male, female, dead, alive, real, imagined, as famous as Imran Khan.

Every turn in a multifarious public life has abounded in fame.

First as a cricket legend, then as a beloved philanthropist who built a cancer hospital for the poor.

Laterally, as a maverick politician who swept to power promising reform,

and now as the sole occupant of a cell in Pakistan's most notorious jail.

So famous, he's been the subject of two death hoaxes.

Most recently in November, when he went unseen

for so long that many concluded he had died.

There have been others with greater accomplishments. There may come others in the future,

but in almost 79 years of Pakistan, in the pure currency of fame, of being known and

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