Hamid stared at the screen. There it was—the crisp title page, the familiar chapters on purification, prayer, and character. He reached out and touched the glass. “It has no weight,” he whispered.
Aydin laughed. “Into the cloud.”
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Aydin watched from the doorway. “Atuk, why go backwards?” Hamid stared at the screen
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