The Faded Frontier
Chapter One The kilns of the quarter burned through the night, turning the air heavy with wet clay and charcoal. The dogs of the neighborhood mapped the dark, their barks a ragged rhythm against the stillness of the noon heat that had not yet broken. Hafsa Beg sat in the stockroom of unsold season’s goods, her knees bent at an angle that felt like a locked hinge. She wanted to retire before the...
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