The Wistful Asylum

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I count the days since the tax boat arrived early, the hull scraping against the karst like a knife on a whetstone, a sound that still rings in my ears. I am Tariq Rahal, and I have lost my name, my sister, and my place in the world, but I finally understand the weight of the thread. The Imperial Archive smelled of dust and old fear. I was twenty-four, desperate to secure my permanent...

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