The Golden Oath
Ibrahim Idris knew the cost of a man before the man knew his own worth. It was a calculation he had perfected over twenty years of service, a ledger of debts and dues that balanced the chaos of the port with the cold arithmetic of survival. He stood at the edge of the dunes, where the sand had begun to reclaim the old road, watching the gritters grind their way out of town before dawn. The air...
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