From birth we get taught the simplest of things. Fire is hot. Water is wet. And you can never leave the City. Why?” Haris el-Mofty splayed out his hands to open the question to the only other person at the table. He was laid back in his chair; short black hair, tailored suit with a double-breasted jacket, lightly tanned skin, lean build; comfortable and comfortable with himself. A man of the city…


BY BENEDICT ROBINSON


DRINKS


STARTER


MAIN COURSE


CHEESE BOARD


DESSERT


COFFEE


AFTER DINNER


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