The Faded Guest
Chapter One Ayse Dogan had not slept in three days, her eyes swollen and red-rimmed from the ceaseless labor of mending nets for the salt smugglers, a fine that could only be paid in the sweat of her back and the ache in her shoulders. The humidity in the shop on the interior plain was a physical weight, swelling the wooden doors until they stuck in their frames, making the air feel like wet...
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