The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Act I The city of Oram woke not to the sun, but to the grinding shriek of the railway junction, a sound that scraped against the fog like a nail on slate, before the smell of damp wool and coal smoke crept under the doors of the exam hall. I was Khadija Barakat, thirty-two years old, sitting in row four, my fingers wrapped around the silver cuff that had belonged to my sister, Layla, until the...

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