The Golden Myth
Chapter One "You can keep the plate if you like, but do not touch the ledger," the Minister’s aide whispered, his breath cold against the back of Leila Mahfouz’s neck as he pressed the folded paper into her palm. The banquet hall was a cavern of gold leaf and stale perfume, the air so heavy with roasted lamb and sweat that it felt like wading through syrup. Leila stood near the pillar, her...
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