The weather could be nice, or it could be awful; it could be a gorgeous, golden day, or a gray and dreary thing. It doesn't matter. Bahir would have no idea. Buried in the basement of a building, locked in a windowless room, he is at work. There is a number outside the door, but no name. It is the directory, one floor and a lot more sushine up that identifies it as his: ALRAZI, B. It is a nice building, despite his dreary office. The outside is brick and the campus is picturesque. The interior... read more
