The Wistful Letter
Chapter One "You’re bleeding on the linoleum again, Hassan," the estate agent said, not looking up from her tablet, "and I don’t have the budget for deep cleaning before the viewing at four." I wiped my hand on my trousers, the fabric already stiff with the damp that had soaked through my coat an hour ago, the drizzle that has been falling on this Nile-side town for three days now, turning the...
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