The Golden Myth
Chapter One The salt marshes of the port city shimmered under the low sun, a silver expanse where the air tasted of brine and dried kelp. The tithe barns stood empty, their grain owed and unpaid, while the shop fronts on the main street remained shuttered against the heat. Fatima Barakat stood at the edge of the old trade route, her hand resting on the warm stone marker that separated the...
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