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... the surface, it was your typical marketplace—jam-packed with vendors screaming over each other, kids darting between stalls like pickpockets-in-training, and old women squatting in the shade, selling clay pots of something that smelled like fermented regret and probably tasted worse.
But there was a difference. A big one.
Everyone here was a refugee.
No one had to tell Malik that.
It was obvious.
He saw it in the way people clung to their belongings, the w ...
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