The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Chapter One "Leave it, Hoda. The quota is already missed." The voice of the baker, Umm Salma, cut through the dry heat of the nursery-turned-storage, where the air tasted of copper and stale dust. Hoda Idris did not turn from the trunk. She was thirty-two, and her hands, usually steady with needle and thread, trembled as she folded a shirt that had not been worn in a decade. The looms in the...

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