The Pale Dance
Chapter One "NOTICE OF VIOLATION: UNLICENSED PHARMACEUTICAL ACTIVITY. PREPARE FOR INSPECTION." The paper smelled of wet ink and bureaucratic cold. Leila Barakat read it twice, her fingers trembling against the rough grain of the table, then folded it into a square no larger than a playing card. She was thirty-two, a waitress who had stood on her feet for twenty years in a diner near the medina...
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