The Faded Alibi
Chapter One "You cannot enter the market with that look on your face, boy. You bring the sickness." Ahmad Laham did not argue. He stood at the gate of the white town, the midsummer rain hammering the mud until it turned to slurry, cold as March against his skin. He was twelve, though the weight of the urn in his hands made him look older, a small figure crushed under the burden of a loaf-sized...
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