The Golden Oath
Chapter One "You cannot simply erase the clause on inheritance, Roxana Ebrahimi; the law is not a garden you prune for your own aesthetic pleasure." The Grand Mufti’s voice was a dry rasp, like sand dragged across a slate roof, echoing off the damp stone walls of the scriptorium. Roxana stood with her back to the door, her fingers still stained with the black ink of the quill she had just...
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