The Distant Ghost
Chapter One In the stone towns of the coast, time does not pass; it accumulates, like silt in a stagnant well, until the weight of the years presses down on the living. Ahmed Haile stood in the doorway of the apothecary, the morning light slanting through the dust motes that hung suspended in the air like frozen insects. He was thirty-two years old, a man who had long ago learned to measure his...
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