“Are you interested in the rules of the game or not, sayyidi?” At his silence, she chose to barrel ahead, concealing her trembling hands in the folds of her shamla. “I’m willing to answer your question, sayyidi. But before I do so, I wonder if you would be willing to grant me a small request . . .” She trailed off. A hint of callous amusement darkened his countenance. “Are you trying to barter for your life with trivia?” She laughed, the sound dancing around the room with the airy quality of chimes. “My life is forfeit. You’ve made that clear. Perhaps we should move past that issue and get to
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