The Wistful Ashes
Chapter One Fatemeh Hosseini remembered the weight of the key before she ever held it. It was a Tuesday in the 1960s, the air in the caravanserai heavy with coal smoke and the damp, mineral tang of the quarry lakes that fenced the town. She stood at the center of the banquet, a lavish affair held in the Ashen Court, the estate’s architecture shifting subtly around the guests like a held breath....
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