The Wistful Witness
Chapter One Hassan binte Salleh had been a scribe for twenty-two years, a fact that weighed on her shoulders like a sack of wet rice, and she wanted nothing more than to finish the final ledger so she could collect her pension and leave the sealed archive. The room smelled of damp plaster and the sharp, metallic tang of iron gall ink, a scent that had seeped into her clothes and her hair until...
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