The Pale Exile
Chapter One The dust in the Atlas valleys is not weather. It is a fact, like the price of salt or the weight of a stone. I am Samira Khalil. I am forty-two, and I am a security officer for the minor lord of the river kingdom. My son, Tarek, is missing. He has been gone for three days. His third birthday is tomorrow. Director Haddad says he ran away. He says the boy is with his mother’s family...
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