Outside, the city stayed loud and indifferent. Inside that small flat, Iris felt something rarer than fear: Direction. Because the man who tried to humiliate her with a language thought he owned? He’d just reminded her what she’d been carrying all along. A voice. And seven languages worth of doors.
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