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Omar exhaled smoke. “The consulate is not a wall, my child. It is a door. You just have to know which key fits.” He tapped his temple. “And sometimes, the key is not a document. It is a old man who refuses to be ignored.”

Yasmine looked at Mme. Leila, who for the first time that day, smiled slightly. procuration consulat maroc

Mme. Leila raised an eyebrow. “Monsieur Omar, this is an administrative procedure, not a souk.” Omar exhaled smoke

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