The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The indenture paper, stained with the thumbprint of my father, lay on the ledger table, its ink fading like a bruise under the glare of the ice field that pressed against the window of the debtors' parlor. I am Abdi Abebe, a scribe whose hands are more accustomed to the scratching of quills than the breaking of seals, yet here I stood, watching the royal physician, Dr. Kefale, smooth the...

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