The Golden Visit
Narges Kazemi, forty-two, held the title of Senior Archivist at the Hydrological Guild, a position that demanded she count every drop of water allocated to the ice-haulers before the winter solstice. She sat in the cramped office at ninety-six of Stonecutter Alley, the low cloud outside pressing against the glass like a damp wool blanket. The tax boat had arrived early, its engine a low,...
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