The Pale Protocol
Act I Who is the master, when the apprentice knows the weight of the lock? Samir Habib stood in the center of the room, the air heavy with roasted lamb and cardamom, watching the elders eat. He had prepared the feast for three days, his hands raw from the dough, his back aching from the heat of the ovens. He wanted the teaching post. He wanted to leave the archive. He wanted to be seen. Abu...
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