The Wistful Dinner
Chapter One Looking back, Habsah bin Ismail knew the end before the beginning. He stood on the reclamation yard, the fog rising from the river to swallow the dead machines, his hands grey at the tips. He had wanted a coat for Tariq. He had found a trap. The forge sounded in the distance, a rhythmic hammering that felt like a heartbeat. He was a code bootcamp graduate, his contract ended, his...
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