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of the gutter.”
“I am happy,” Zainab said, her voice trembling but certain. “He treats me as if I am made of gold. Something our father never understood.”
Aminah laughed, a high, sharp sound that startled a nearby crow. “Gold? Oh, you poor, sightless fool. You think he’s a beggar because he’s poor? You think this is some tragic romance?”
Aminah leaned continue reading …
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