Aydin watched from the doorway. “Atuk, why go backwards?”

Hamid squinted. “Viruses? Like a sickness?”

“I want the book, Aydin. Kitab Minhajul Muslim . The PDF.”

The next morning, Hamid did something Aydin didn’t expect. He didn’t open the tablet. Instead, he walked to the old printing shop in the suq. For a small fee, the owner printed the entire PDF—all 600 pages—and bound it in soft green cloth.

Aydin grinned. “That’s easy.” He pulled a slim, glowing tablet from his bag.

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