The Distant Clue
Chapter One The light in this place does not move. Idris bin Lazim, as the ledger calls him, sits in the grey wash of the cell, counting the cracks in the stone like a man counting coins he will never spend. The walls breathe. It is a subtle thing, a faint expansion of the mortar, accompanied by the scent of rotting figs, sweet and cloying, thick enough to coat the back of the throat. You learn...
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