The Pale Verdict
Chapter One The light in the counting room of the merchant house was thin and gray, filtered through the high windows that faced the orchard country now flattened by the road. Karim Jaber sat on a chair with a broken slat, his back to the door, and watched the dust motes drift in the shafts of afternoon sun. He was forty years old, and his lungs felt like they were filled with wet sand. The...
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