The Golden Downtown

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I Aisha Rahal owed the Guild of the Stone a debt of silence, and the rain in the medina edge was not weather but a physical weight that pressed the wet cobblestones into the soles of my boots. I stood in the square, my husband Youssef’s hand cold and slick in mine, while the crowd shoved us toward the gate with the indifference of men moving crates. Behind us, the stone archway groaned, a sound...

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