The server’s cooling fans whined in the dry Damascus heat. Through the grimy window of his workshop, Karim could see the minarets of the Old City piercing a sky the color of tarnished brass. But his eyes were on the screen.
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The server’s cooling fans whined in the dry Damascus heat. Through the grimy window of his workshop, Karim could see the minarets of the Old City piercing a sky the color of tarnished brass. But his eyes were on the screen.
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