The Faded River
Chapter One The smoke from the blacksmith’s yard hung low over the Swahili coast, a grey blanket that smelled of sulfur and burnt sugar, where the dogs mapped the neighborhood with sharp, barking intelligence before the first light of dawn broke over the old ash fields. Nikola Popescu stood in the cold forge, his hands trembling as he held the funerary mask, an imperfect likeness of a face that...
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