The Golden Visit
Chapter One What is the cost of a face? The question hung in the dust that coated the throat of Nadia Rustom as she stood before the iron gate of the Kfar Haddid prison, the morning light striking the rusted bars with a dull, metallic clang that seemed to vibrate in her teeth. She held the banknote in her hand, the paper soft and worn from three days of carrying it in her pocket, the final...
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