The Wistful Crossroads

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The ferry is owed to everyone, and no one pays it. I am Naveed Malik. I keep the border at Kala, a town that smells of ozone and wet wool. My sister, Zoya, is twenty, and she is dying of the Black Rot. The blight eats flesh, but it only travels through blood if the victim wears the family shawl. I know the rule. It is the only law left that makes sense. The storm took the power on the...

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