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... burned like embers.
...Faqir?
The boy grinned, waving me over.
"Come on, Baba! If we don't get there first, old Ahad is gonna sell the best ones!"
I, Malik—or rather, Faqir—felt my legs move on their own, chasing after the boy.
It was a foreign thing, but I could feel the urgency, the excitement, the hunger that twisted deep in my stomach.
We darted through the market, rushing between stalls of fruit and cloth, dodging men carrying heavy sacks over ...
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