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“I need a plane to Idlib. Tonight.”

She dialed one number.

The voice on the other end laughed. “You’ll die there, Mona.” thmyl rnt bghnyt syrytl

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She grabbed her coat and the rusted Glock from the freezer. The pager buzzed again: Mona.” “Ygnk…” No