The Wistful Incense

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The caravanserai at the crossroads of three rivers hummed with the friction of silk against wood, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. Merchants from the east haggled over bolts of indigo while the cold pressed against the single pane of glass, thick and white. I sat in the corner, my fingers wrapped around a vial of black oil, watching the door. Chapter One I am Fatemeh Kazemi, a...

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