The Wistful Crossroads

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Chapter One Did you ever think that the sound of a loom breaking was the same as a bone snapping? I ask you because I am standing in the rain, and the rain is cold, cold as March, and it is midsummer in Cairo, and the wet wool of the mill hangs heavy on the air, tasting of iron. Rania Qasim, they call me. That is my name on the documents, the one that matters when the ink dries. I am screaming...

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