The Faded Frontier

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Act I The caravanserai smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the river that had turned to brine by the month’s end, a physical fact that settled in the lungs before any thought could form. Hossein Kian stood near the heavy oak door, his fingers tracing the grain of the frame, watching the town’s elite swirl around the long tables like moths drawn to a cold flame. He was a...

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