The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Could a hand stay warm when the room was freezing? Samira Najjar held her mother’s fingers against her own cheek, feeling that impossible, steady heat pulse against her skin. The bedroom in the small house on the edge of the port was cold enough to see her breath, the windows frosted over by the snow that had closed the road since dawn. Her mother, Umm Samira, slept with a slack, open mouth,...

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