A Short Walk to a Long Pier

The three — Bashri, Galil, and The Gulabadam — were draped in deep crimson cloth and tiny silver disks that glittered in the sun. Bashri and Galil each rode a camel, but The Gulabadam would have brought even the stoutest of Chumesh’s herd to its knees. He led a similarly festooned camel by a rope that ran through the camel’s nostrils and draped over his elbow. In his other hand, he held the jawbone-topped staff that, in peaceful times such as these, served as a humble walking stick.

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