The Golden Suspect
Chapter One The rules of the guild were written in ink that had dried before the city’s foundations settled. Samira Qasim sat in the scriptorium, the dampness of the cellar rising through the stone floor to settle in her knees, her fingers stained with the indigo of the last border she had completed. She needed the permanent tenure; she needed the gold leaf to finish the manuscript by the...
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