The Faded Masquerade
The Pardon Warrant, Form 7-B, stamped in red ink: FINAL. Rabia Malik stood in the mud of the courtyard, the rusted iron key cold in his palm. He was thirty-four, a heat-refuge coordinator for the colony, and he held the only document that could save his brother Kael. The garrison commander, a man named Farooq, watched from the veranda. Farooq believed Rabia was a spy, a belief built on a forged...
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