The Distant Affair
Chapter One Looking back from the quiet of his later years, Rohani bin Omar understood that the feast had been a trap dressed in silk. He stood in the center of the Guild Hall, the air thick with the smoke of incense and the weight of three hundred eyes, his hands stained with the dust of teak that he had spent the morning polishing. He wanted only the public vindication of his father’s name, a...
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