The man slid a photograph across the counter. A young woman. A hijab of deep emerald silk. A smile that did not reach her eyes.
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The man’s face drained of color. He nodded. The man slid a photograph across the counter
Deira Hanzawa put on her coat—a faded indigo noragi jacket, patched at the elbows with silk from a sari—and flipped the shop sign to . deira hanzawa