The Pale Path
Chapter One Who owes the debt when the creditor has died? Kourosh Ebrahimi sat in the cold, loud hum of the server room, the air thick with the static of a wet season that refused to end. He was forty, a watchmaker by trade, though his hands now trembled over a silver gear no larger than a lentil. The mainspring of his late master’s final commission was broken, a fact that had haunted him for...
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