The Wistful Incense

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The ledger in Amina Rustom’s hand weighed more than her body, a dense block of paper that smelled of wet ash and old blood. She had climbed one hundred and twenty-six of the Tannery Steps to reach the white town of Tunis, where the kerosene was gone and the night stretched out like a long, hungry throat. Her pension depended on the audit, a fine that could only be paid in labor, yet the temple...

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