The Wistful Voyage

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Act I In the valley, the fog did not lift; it settled, heavy as wet wool, pressing the walnut groves into a grey silence that swallowed the sound of the cash registers. Dalia Ghannam stood in the stockroom of the night market, the air heavy with unsold season’s goods and the damp rot of the earth outside. She was forty-two, her hands stained with the dark soil of the ritual, and before her lay...

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