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... ried openly, fell to their knees, they slapped themselves (particularly their faces) and clenched at their clothing. Men and women hugged the nearest person, just to have someone near.
Before us, the khan was curled up as though over his sprawling intestines. He did not stop when Shinabib took his hand, grasping at it like drowning men grab the nets on the sides of their ships.
The khan, not Shinabib; Shinabib was calm, almost eerily so.
“How?” mother asked. “How did he n ...
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