The Golden Suspect
The ledger entry read: Khadija Barakat, scribe, wages held pending review. The ink was still wet when she dipped her quill, the tip trembling against the parchment. She was thirty-two, and her hands shook with a fatigue that sleep no longer cured. The court of the Levantine port city hummed with the low, constant drone of the wool graders’ disputes outside, but inside the inner chamber, the...
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