The Faded Dust
Chapter One The wool grader’s stall at the weekly market stood silent, the heavy bales of fleece stacked in precise, dusty pyramids that caught the low morning sun. The air smelled of lanolin and dry earth, a scent that clung to the clothes of every merchant who passed through the gates of the medieval quarter. Karim Salem stood among the piles, his hands hidden in the sleeves of his robe, for...
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