The Distant Metropolis

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Chapter One Muhammad Othman, who had spent thirty-two years guarding the perimeter of his honor, woke to the sound of Layla’s weeping, a dry, cracking noise that seemed to scrape against the whitewashed walls of their home in Khor. The morning light was grey and heavy, filtering through the shutters to illuminate the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air, and he knew, with the cold certainty...

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