The Faded Attic
Chapter One The caravanserai town of Khorramabad hummed with the industry of the winter trade, a low vibration of mules and grinding stones that settled into the bones of every traveler who paused for the two fine weeks of the year when the desert air was dry enough to breathe. Here, the imperial courier station stood like a stone tooth in the gum of the market, its walls thick with the silence...
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