The Faded Dust
Chapter One Mohammad Farahani remembered the silence of the tower not as a void, but as a weight, a physical pressure against his eardrums that had persisted for three years since his father’s disappearance, and it was this silence that had driven him to Khorram, a town of packed earth and dry grass where the wind scoured the roof tiles of the caravanserai until they looked like bleached bones....
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