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PROLOGUE
Idris was all of five years old when he got married. The ceremony was a modest affair but brimming with a whimsical
charm only children could conjure. His cousin Amara officiated with all the seriousness her six years could muster, and the
guest list included two beetles and a rabbit whose curious twitching nose suggested it might be plotting to steal the cake—if
there had been one. Idris’s husband, Tam, was a boy he’d met barely an hour earlier, but Idris already knew, in the unwavering
confidence of childhood, that this was a union destined for greatness.
It was a crisp winter morning, the kind where frost lingered on the grass like powdered sugar. Idris’s mother was
taking a much-needed rest—“Growing a baby is hard work,” Auntie had explained as she bundled Idris and his baby brother
Adil into layers of scarves and coats. Auntie had a knack for making the mundane sound important, even magical.
“Your mama is busy making you a little sister,” she continued as she wheeled Adil’s pram along the street.
Idris, who had little patience for the concept of more babies, scowled. “I don’t know why Mama wants another one.
Adil’s boring. All he does is sleep and cry.”
His aunt laughed, her breath forming little clouds in the cold air. “You were just as boring when you were a baby. The
first time I met you, you slept through the entire visit.”
“Not true,” Idris muttered, but Amara seized the moment.
“So boring,” she teased, sticking out her tongue and skipping just out of reach when Idris tried to kick her.
“Amara,” Auntie chided gently, though her lips twitched with amusement. “Play nicely.”
In Idris’s experience, Amara never played nicely. She cheated at tag, hoarded the best toys, and had an unshakable
belief that being a year and a month older made her superior in every way. Idris secretly consoled himself with the idea that
maybe one day, if he tried hard enough, he’d be older than her.
By the time they reached the park, Amara had already dashed off in search of cooler, older
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