The Golden Harbor
Could a man truly be erased by a piece of paper? Ahmad Qasim stood in the harbor office, the air heavy with wet wool and stale tea. The harbor master, a man named Rashid ibn Ali, sat behind a desk that looked too large for the room, his hands folded over a ledger. Ahmad wanted the release of his cargo, a shipment of walnut timber from the Atlas valleys, to prove his innocence to the village...
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