The Faded Quadrant

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Chapter One "You think I don't know what you did?" the man across the table asked, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the wooden surface that matched the thumping in my chest. I sat in the sterile, windowless interrogation room of the Ministry of Internal Security, the air heavy with wet concrete and old dust. My name is Hassan Kassem, though here I was just another number to be processed, a...

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