The Pale Mist
Chapter One Heat in the caravanserai town was a physical weight, pressing against the ribs like a hand. Kourosh Naderi stood in the shade of the garage, watching the dust swirl around the chain-link fence that separated the quarry lake from the road. He was thirty-two, with hands roughened by years of pouring drinks and watching men break each other, and he wanted only to keep the harvest...
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