The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The first real dark of autumn settled over the canal-irrigated village like a wet wool blanket, and Zainab Ahmed sat in the High Court of the Pale King, her fingers stained with the black ink of the botanical ledgers. She was thirty-two, a junior archivist whose tenure hung by a thread thinner than the cypress knees rising from the bayou-like waterways outside the window, and the grain jar on...

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