The Distant Threshold
Chapter One Leila Khalil remembered the weight of the bronze before she remembered the man’s face. It had been a Tuesday, the air in the medina heavy with diesel and drying figs, when the collection notice arrived, certified and red, stamped with the seal of a government that no longer recognized her father’s name. She stood in the fluorescent purgatory of the hospital waiting room, the...
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