When I took a short-term contract to come out and edit a magazine in Muscat, I was told simply: "Don't let the mag sink." So I decided to just write about what I knew, hoping for a relatively calm, easy tenure before handing over to a new, permanent staff.
But instead of that, I found myself stumbling into a real, grown up story and the more threads I pulled, the more it unravelled.
By clicking the images below, you can (hopefully) read the final piece:
