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injury had healed, or that an open wound had closed as if by magic. Many marchers said they had awoken from unconsciousness to find the butterflies fluttering about their lips. Some .
"Don't be stupid," Mirza Saeed cried. "The storm saved you; it washed away your enemies, so it's not surprising few of you are hurt. Let's be scientific, please."
"Use your eyes, Saeed," Mishal told him, indicating the presence before them of over a hundred men, women and children enveloped in glowing butterflies. "What does your say about this?"
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In the last days of the pilgrimage, the city was all around them. Officers from the Municipal Corporation met with Mishal and Ayesha and planned a route
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