Recognizable voice

Before Izzy could gather her thoughts, a voice rose from the crowd, demanding, “Who are you?” The words cut sharply through the heavy silence. One man stepped forward, his eyes suspicious yet filled with a spark of defiance. Izzy’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that voice—it was the same one from the recording, the plea they had uncovered. At last, standing before her, was Ahmed Osman, the man she had been searching for.
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