The Distant Affair
Act I The town of Tunis wakes before the sun, a white smear of stone against the dune country that is slowly swallowing the road. The ferry queue stretches into the rain, a long, wet line of bodies waiting for the crossing, while the staff room of the closing school sits empty, its chairs stacked like bones. I am Omar Haddad, thirty-two, a falconer to a minor lord, and I am standing in the...
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