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Chapter Twenty-Two: Damascus Dust

The Damascus sky was a bruised expanse, heavy with the haze of dust and smoke, the city’s ancient minarets and crumbling rooftops scarred by years of war. The air carried the acrid sting of cordite and the sour tang of uncollected refuse, the streets a maze of rubble-strewn alleys and checkpoints ma...