The Exchange
Amal sat on the worn cushion by the window, her hands trembling as they twisted the edges of her headscarf. Outside, the village hummed with an uneasy tension, its narrow streets alive with whispers o...
Amal sat on the worn cushion by the window, her hands trembling as they twisted the edges of her headscarf. Outside, the village hummed with an uneasy tension, its narrow streets alive with whispers o...
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