The Wistful Throne
Chapter One I am Yusuf Kara, and I have forgotten the taste of water, a fact I note with the same detached precision I once applied to the ledgers of my father’s shop, a man who left me nothing but a debt owed to the temple granary and a jar of yeast that hums like a trapped bee. The sky above the interior plain is so clear the stars offend, a physical fact that presses against my eyelids as I...
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