The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

Rashid Najjar’s hand moved across the ledger, the nib scratching a rhythm that matched the hum of the venereal clinic next door. He was thirty-two, a border guard in Khor, and he needed this arrest to secure his pension before the winter damp set into his knees. The paper was wet. Not with water, but with a dark, viscous smear that bloomed where his name, Rashid b. Najjar, had just been inked....

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