The Faded Guest
Chapter One Ahmad Rahimi remembered the taste of iron before he saw the red, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat as the banquet hall hummed with the low, resonant thrum of a hundred conversations. He stood near the edge of the threshing floor, the communal space where the grain was beaten, now repurposed for the estate’s annual gathering, the air heavy with roasting lamb and the...
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