The Distant Threshold
Act I "Entry 402: One gold brooch, fractured. Value: negligible. Status: Unresolved."‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌​‌⁠‍⁠‌⁠‍‌‍‌​‍‍​⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​‍​​⁠⁠​⁠​‍⁠‌​​⁠⁠⁠ Ahmad Moradi woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the heatwave pressing down on the barracks like a heavy lid, the straw pallet beneath him sweating into his linen. He was a clerk, thirty-two years old, and his want was simple, a...
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