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"Next stop is mine," the girl breathed, standing up as the tram approached the gates of the old city.

As Amina handed the items back, their fingers brushed. The girl’s eyes widened in fear, then softened into a desperate plea. "Don't let them see," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the screeching metal. The Hidden Message thmyl- ytl zbrh fy swq ythrsh bbnt fy almwaslat...

(Once I have a better understanding of the keyword, I'll expand on this section) "Next stop is mine," the girl breathed, standing

Amina nodded, shielding the girl from the crowd with her backpack. As the girl tucked the parchment back into the basket, Amina caught a glimpse of the handwriting—it wasn't a letter, but a map of the winding alleys of the Medina, marked with small, red ink drops. "Don't let them see," she whispered, her voice

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