Mimk 231 English Exclusive

She remembered Khal, the boy from the souk who spoke in a braided mixture of coastal Arabic and market pidgin. He’d begged her once to teach him to read the old books stored in the Vaults. She’d laughed then, careless. Now, with Mimk between her hands, she thought of him and of the way his eyes had widened at single English words; how the language carried prestige and access in New Arcadia. To be exclusive to English was to hand the key to one class and shut it from another.

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