The Distant Legend
Chapter One Could a building actually refuse to die? I stood in the shadow of the lighthouse, my hammer raised, the steel head heavy in my hand, and waited for the crack to run. It did not come. The stone merely absorbed the blow, a dull thud that vibrated up my arm and settled in my teeth. I was Aisha Barakat, municipal inspector for Zaytun, and I had spent three weeks trying to certify this...
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