The Golden Quest
Act I Khadija Mahfouz’s fingers moved across the vellum, the reed pen scratching a line of ink that smelled of iron and old blood, while the candle in the corner guttered against the dry season’s stillness. She was twenty-four, a scribe in the counting room of a merchant house in Cairo, and the debt of three hundred dinars hung over her like a blade. The ledger lay open before her, its columns...
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