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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 9: The Curator
Revealed
1. The City Holds Its Breath
At twilight Tangier looked carved from copper.
A heat-haze skimmed the rooftops, turning
antennae into spears and laundry lines into harps.
Down in the medina, the day’s last calls to prayer
braided with market banter and the clink of tea
glasses.
Henry stood with Carolina and Sera on a flat
roof stacked with coils of cable and chipped
satellite dishes. Zhara had spread a canvas on the
ground, its corners pinned by old radios. Hafid
checked a coil of wire for the third time,
nervousness traveling down his fingers like static.
“Too quiet,” Hafid muttered.
“It’s never quiet,” Zhara said. “It only
pretends.”
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