The sun leaked through cracks in the blinds, like gold coins slotting into machines. I ran my finger along one of the beams of light seeping onto the mattress and watched as tiny particles of dust swam inside it. I rolled over to find an empty space in the bed. All his clothes were gone, but I could hear whispers in the hall.

– Roseena Hussain, Novel in progress

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