المملوك الشارد
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Completed, First published Apr 25, 2026

تمضي الرواية في تتبع عالم لبنان في ظل حكم أمراء الشهابيون، حيث يظهر الأمير بشير الشهابي حريصًا على الأمن والاستقرار. لكن خلف هذا النظام الظاهر، تتناقش رهبانات في دير منعزل حول قضايا سياسية ودينية، وشكوك تتركز حول شخصية الأمير نفسه. يضاف إلى ذلك، وصول عابرين غامضين يثيرون أسئلة حول هويتهم ودوافعهم. تنسج هذه الصفحات حكاية لاجئ أسود هارب مع أميرة من مصر، يروي رحلة الهروب واليأس بعد فقدان ابنهما في عرض البحر. يختتم السرد بطلب اللجوء إلى الدير، بحثًا عن ملاذ آمن. هذه المقتطفات ترسم عالمًا من الخوف والغموض، وتلمح إلى قصص خلفها هاربون ومضطهدون.
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