The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Talha Beg was twelve years old, and his father was dead. The house in the kiln quarter smelled of wet ash and cheap rosewater, a scent that clung to the wool coats of the guests who had come for the feast. Talha stood by the heavy oak door, his fingers white-knuckled around a folded piece of paper. It was a map of the city’s old tram lines, ink bleeding through the creases like a bruise. He...

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