The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One In the damp, fog-choked village of Oakhaven, the air tasted of wet stone and old iron, a weight that settled on the lungs before the feet touched the mud. Aisha Haddad stood in the doorway of the field hospital, her hands raw from the lye and the scrubbing, watching the causeway drown twice a day as the Nile swelled. She was thirty-two, a scholar of local folklore who had once...

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