The Faded Frontier
The leather of the work gloves snapped against the horse’s flank as Yusof binte Mohamed kicked his heels into the beast’s ribs, the motion driving a sharp, cold ache up his spine that he had long since stopped noticing. He was not running from the palace gates so much as he was being pushed out by the weight of his own name, which had curdled in the mouths of the court into something rotten and...
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