The Golden Downtown
Chapter One Nadia Nasser hauled the last crate of dried figs across the threshold, the wood splintering under her heel as she kicked it into the dark of the cellar, her breath ragged in the dusty air of the house that had been her father’s for forty years and was now, by the cold arithmetic of the law, a burden she could not carry. The town of Kethara, a sprawl of terraced stone clinging to the...
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