The Wistful Throne
Chapter One It was only after the silence had finally broken that Hamza Bhatti understood the weight of the air, a heavy, humid thing that ruined the film of the archives just as it had ruined his father’s life. He remembered the seventy-one of the Tannery Steps, how the stone was slick with condensation, how his father had stood there, clutching the jade seal of contested provenance, waiting...
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