The Distant Clue
Who has the right to decide what a man is worth? Act I The smell of wet wool and old smoke hung in the bed-sit, a thick, physical weight that Abdi Omar breathed in with the effort of a man climbing a slope. He was thirty-two, a tax collector in a region where the granaries were full but the people were starving, and he knew that the official report pinning the missing grain on him would hang...
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