The Faded Chronicle

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Chapter One Do you remember the weight of a jar handle before the stamp is pressed? I am asking because the silence in the guardhouse is heavy, and I need to hear the sound of the looms in the silk town, the ones my brother works in, to keep my hands from shaking. My name is Juma Adan. I am thirty-four years old, and I have six months until my mandatory retirement. I want to secure my pension....

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