The Distant Legend
Act I Tariq Amin stood in the dining room of the governor’s palace, holding a tray of cold tea, and watched the royal orchids in the corner vase begin to wilt, their petals turning the color of dried blood. He was thirty-four years old, a border guard with ten years of service, and he needed the inspector’s promotion by the end of the month to pay for his mother’s surgery, a need that felt...
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