The Golden Crossing

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Zainab Sial had not slept in three days, and the smell of wet wool hung in the kiln room like a second skin. She sat before the loom, her fingers raw from the war levy that had taken her husband’s wages, leaving only the debt to be paid by the youngest. The Duke’s men had come at dawn, their boots clogging the mud, demanding the wedding cloth be finished before the midsummer rain turned the...

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