The Faded Paradox
Chapter One Ali Karimi’s hands shook as he packed the quill case, the leather strap snapping against his palm with every pull. He was thirty years old, a scribe of the river kingdom, and he was fleeing the accusation that he had stolen the Duke’s seal. The gate of Khorram groaned shut behind him, a sound like a settling house, sealing his ruin in the dust. He walked fast, the worn case heavy in...
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