The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The boundary line did not hold; it bled into the sand like ink into wet paper. Ryke Orris woke with the grit of the mill district under his fingernails, the taste of salt and iron on his tongue, knowing that the survey was the only thing tethering him to the living. He was thirty-four, a municipal surveyor in the sultanate’s border town, and the department’s silence was a heavier weight than...

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