The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The loom clattered like a dying beast in the heat of the reclamation yard, where the air hung thick with the rust of dead machines and the salt of the failed wells. Reza Moradi stood at the frame, his hands bound to the wood, sweat stinging the cuts in his palms as Governor Daryoush leaned in, his face a mask of bureaucratic fury. The governor accused Reza of weaving a curse into the royal...

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