The Distant Garden
Could a man truly be bound by a contract that rewrote itself while he read it? Chapter One Rania Nasser sat in the cramped studio above the print shop, the air heavy with ink and the faint, metallic tang of the parchment in her hands. It was a sheet of heavy vellum, yet it felt light, almost weightless, until she lifted it, at which point it seemed to pull against her palms with a gravitational...
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