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Every morning, he unrolled a fresh sheet of parchment and dipped his quill in ink made from crushed lapis and burnt rosemary. His neighbors called him mad, for Raheem spoke of the year not as months or seasons, but as a creature—an immense, unseen beast that circled the world once every twelve moons. He called it , the Biting Year.

“What does that mean?” the baker whispered. mkhtwtat-alm-alsnah

The children who had once giggled at his monster drawings now sat at his feet. “Master,” one asked, “does every year have teeth?” Every morning, he unrolled a fresh sheet of