The Wistful Dinner
Act I "Put the weight down, Nasrin," the apprentice, Kaveh, whispered, his eyes fixed on the merchant’s folding scale trembling in the inspector’s hand. "The rain is coming in sideways, and the ledger is already wet." Nasrin Tehrani did not put the scale down. He stood in the center of the archive room, a space defined by stacks of unfiled boxes that rose like the ribs of a drowned beast, the...
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