The Faded Shield
Chapter One Ahmad Jafari held the tarnished brass shield in the grand hall of the Jafari estate, the weight of it settling into his palms like a debt owed to the earth. It was the winter of 1913, a time when the air in the Persian desert town hung heavy with the thaw smell of damp soil and the acrid bite of diesel, a scent that clung to the wool of his coat and the soot on his eyelashes. He...
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