The Wistful Witness
Chapter One Who was it that wrote my name first? I asked this question to the empty room, my voice cracking against the damp plaster of the ferryman’s cabin, where the air smelled of wet wool and the lingering copper taste of the plague. I am Samira Ghannam, thirty-two, and for the past three days I have been transcribing the Ledger of Souls, believing that if I could find my sister Yara’s...
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