The Pale Verdict
The white sky hung over the Hunza valley like a sheet of bleached cotton, offering no shadow to hide in, and the terraced orchards below the watchtower stood silent and stripped of their autumn color. Noor Ahmed, thirty-two and captain of the imperial guard, woke from a fever that had gripped him for two days, his body heavy with the weight of a sickness that tasted of copper and old dust. He...
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