The Faded Alibi
Chapter One "You cannot sell what is not there, Hafsa." Karim’s voice was dry, scraping against the silence of the room. He stood by the window, his back to her, watching the fog swallow the port. The mist was a physical weight, pressing against the glass, erasing the line where the water met the sky. Hafsa sat at the table, her hands resting on the rolled parchment of the cottage’s plans. She...
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