The Wistful Silence
Chapter One "You missed the step again," the foreman said, his voice flat and dry as the dust on the beams. Noor Hussain stood in the doorway of the granary, the copper ingot shaped like an oxhide heavy in his left hand. It was a weight he had carried for three years, a promise of stability that now felt like a stone around his neck. The air inside was thick, not with heat, but with the...
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