The Pale Verdict
Chapter One The city of Cairo in the third year of the reign did not sleep; it merely changed the pitch of its labor, the clatter of looms in the Al-Muizz street shifting to the rhythmic thud of the bridge carpenters’ hammers as the heat shimmered off the stone. The air hung with the dust of the Nile mud and the sweat of men who owed rent to the temple granary, a debt that weighed heavier than...
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