The Golden Farce
Act I "You are either a man of great patience or a fool of great ambition, Reza Ghasemi. Which is it?" The question hung in the air of the caravanserai, sharp as the cold seeping through the single-pane glass of the window. Reza did not answer immediately. He was adjusting the clasp of his leather satchel, a gesture that had become habitual since his arrival in the walled town of Qazvin three...
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