The Distant Clue
Who was he, Yusof Ibrahim, if not the man who held the torch? The question hung in the damp air of the Malacca strait, where the red dust of the iron works clung to the tongue like grit. It was the year 1342 by the old reckoning, though the clocks in the trading houses ran on a different, colder time. Yusof stood in the square, his lungs a cage of rust, his body failing him before the heretic’s...
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