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The Black Isthmus by Khaled Al-Haribi
JOD
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I was stunned, and my body began to tremble from the shock of this surprise, as if I were a man shivering under a downpour of rain in the heart of winter. I swallowed with difficulty, then collapsed onto the sofa. I looked at the door, wanting to escape, but my feet were wooden and wouldn't carry me. I remembered Othman, his strange ways, his isolation, and his abject poverty. Then I remembered the vial and the strange, viscous liquid inside it. I pinched myself and rubbed my eyes to make sure I was awake and not dreaming! I opened my eyes and saw the letter spread on the floor, the bold writing on it, and the strange words written within, with shattered glass filling the sides of the room. So, I am not dreaming or imagining, nor am I in a tale from One Thousand and One Nights.