The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The canal water held the mist like a lid on a pot, and the boats sat still, their engines dead, waiting for a current that would not come. In the shadow of the longhouse, Zainab Tareen watched the silt settle, her hands gripping the edge of the clay tablet she had carried since dawn. The tablet bore a complaint, written in ink that had dried to the color of dried blood, and it was the only...

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