The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Karim Tamimi remembered the cold of the ferry deck before he remembered the sound of the whistle. He stood at the rail, the water black and churning beneath the hull, while the land was surveyed and sold in the distance. It was a Tuesday in the monsoon, the streets of Tunis turned into rivers, and the air smelled of wet wool and old iron. He held the ledger in his hand, the paper damp, the ink...

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