The Wistful Saga
The smell of wet limestone and rotting paper is the first thing that returns to Fatima Darwish when she closes her eyes, a scent so thick it feels like breathing in cold water, and it is only when she opens them in the grey light of the cellar that she understands the dream has not ended but has simply changed its shape, the black ink that had been bleeding from the mortar joints now resting in...
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