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replaced by a roaring in Zainab’s ears. She stumbled back, her cane striking a root, nearly sending her sprawling.
“He’s a liar,” Aminah whispered. “Ask him about the ‘Great Fire of the East.’ Ask him why he can’t show his face in the city.”
Zainab fled. She didn’t use her cane; she ran on instinct and agony, her feet finding the path back to the hut continue reading …
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