The Distant Blade
Did the wind know where the bodies went? Abdullah Tareen stood in the canal, the water black and cold against his shins, watching the mist peel back from the reeds. He was a border guard, or he had been, until the Authority stripped his rank for desertion, a charge he had never understood. Now he collected debts for the merchant houses, a limp in his left knee that throbbed when the damp rose...
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