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"I know. But if I can document this, the Western world can't look away anymore. You’ve always said that was the goal, right? To make them see?"

Two trucks, modified with heavy machinery and filled with men in scarves, swerved to flank them. Thomas stepped on the gas, but the jeep was no match for the desert-tuned engines of the militia. A single shot rang out, shattering the side mirror. Ebano.epub

Elena sighed, looking at her reflection in the glass. She was "Ebano"—ebony—a name her grandmother had given her, symbolizing strength and the deep, rich history of her ancestors. She had spent her life trying to bridge the gap between her heritage and her European education. "I know

"You," he said in a low, gravelly voice. "The Sheik has been looking for a prize like you. Rare. Educated." To make them see

"We leave for the northern border at dawn," Thomas said, his voice tight. He was a journalist by trade, and despite Elena’s protests, he couldn't resist chasing a lead about a clandestine trade route moving through the desert.