The Faded Shield
Chapter One "Give me the vial, Hassan. My brother is dying." Khalid Amin’s voice was low, a rumble under the hiss of the steam pipes. The infirmary was a box of white tile and coal dust, the air heavy with the scent of carbolic soap and old sweat. It was 1914, and the wind off the wadi had stripped the laundry lines bare, leaving the sheets to snap against the brickwork like flails. Hassan, the...
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