The Faded Apartment
Chapter One The air in the port town tasted of salt and wet wool, a physical weight that pressed against the glass of the small apartment above the stable. Amina Ghannam sat at the worktable, her fingers numb from the cold, and pulled the needle through the silk with a rhythm that felt more like a prayer than a trade. She was thirty-two, an immigrant seamstress whose visa depended on the...
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