The Faded Guest
Chapter One The suitcase stood open on the floor of the police station, its lining a pale, worn blue, and Sohrab Musavi stood before it, the cold of the late autumn seeping through the soles of his boots, knowing that the act of leaving was already a form of betrayal, a severing of the bond that had held him to the precinct for twenty years. He was forty years old, a senior inspector whose...
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