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Amira wove carpets in the medina until her hands told a different story — calloused, map-lined, hypnotic in stillness. She carries her grandmother's silver across her collarbones like an inheritance nobody asked permission to claim.
the way her hooded green eyes track movement a half-beat slower than expected, as if she's watching something nobody else can see, then snap to focus with unsettling clarity.
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