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Spent three seasons drifting through the medina—apprenticed to a master dyer in the Mellah, hands stained permanent indigo and madder. Now books rarely, moves through rooms like she's already decided the outcome.
The way her downturned eyes catch light from below, as if she's always looking at something just past your shoulder—a habit from leaning over dye vats, now inseparable from her face.
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