The Distant Ghost
Act I Omar Jaber remembered the cold not as a sensation, but as a weight, a physical pressure that had settled into his bones and refused to leave, long after the incident in the medieval quarters of Cairo had passed into the bureaucratic silence of the archives. He stood now in the staff showers of the hospital, the steam rising from the pipes that ran along the ceiling like the veins of some...
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