The Pale Door
Chapter One The dust of the caravanserai settled on the linoleum floors of the requisitioned town hall, a gray powder that choked the light filtering through the high, shuttered windows of the piano nobile. Men in threadbare coats moved through the long queue for the opium registry, their breath visible in the cold air, each holding a slip of paper that determined whether their family would eat...
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