The Faded Portrait
Chapter One Tunis woke to the smell of wet limestone and the groan of the ferry chains, a city of white stone where the rain found every crack in the roof and seeped into the bones of the old. The harbor was a churn of grey foam and rusted iron, the air thick with the salt that corroded the skin and the hope of men who waited for work that never came. Ahmad Amin stood in the queue, his hands...
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