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"The mortar is loose on the north face, and if the wind shifts before the thaw, the whole terrace slides into the delta." Folake Mohammed did not look up from the surveyor’s chain he was coiling, his fingers stiff with the cold that seeped through the soles of his boots. The gilded throne room of the Sunken Citadel was not a room at all, but a hollowed-out section of the ancient stone wall that...
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