The Distant Cartograph
Chapter One The valley below the walnut groves held its breath under the heatwave, the air so thick with stillness that the ferry crossing the drowned basin seemed to move through solid glass, its wake a white scar that did not heal. In the counting house of the customs office, where the scales of justice were literal brass instruments balanced on ledgers of debt, Mahmoud Saleh stood by the...
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