The Wistful Asylum

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The ink on the page had not moved in three seconds, and Areeba Tareen’s hand, steady as a signalman’s lever, began to tremble. She stood at the head of the long oak table in the requisitioned bank branch of Karimabad, the candlelight catching the wet sheen of the manuscript before her. It was a feast for the Order of the Silver Quill, a night of wine and roasted lamb and the heavy, perfumed...

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