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running, her eyes blazing with fear. But Baal said, "It's all right. He won't make any trouble." He invited Salman the Persian to his own quarters and uncorked a bottle of the sweet wine made with uncrushed grapes which the Jahilians had begun to make when they found out that it wasn't forbidden by what they had started disrespectfully calling the Rule Book.
"I came because I'm finally leaving this infernal city," Salman said, "and I wanted one moment of pleasure out of it after all the years of shit." After Bilal had interceded for him in the name of their old friendship the immigrant had found work as a letterwriter and all-purpose scribe, sitting cross--legged by the roadside in the main street of the financial district. His cynicism and despair had been burnished by the sun. "People write to tell lies," he said, drinking quickly. "So a professional liar makes an excellent living. My love letters and famous as the best in town because of
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