The Faded Chronicle

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The magistrate’s desk, a slab of oak heavy with the weight of forty years of unpaid fines, sat in the center of the room like a coffin awaiting its occupant. Ahmad Othman stood before it, his ledger clutched in hands that had spent a decade burying the dead and selling the boxes that held them, the paper edges soft and damp from the dry wind that cracked the clay walls of the Governor’s estate....

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