The Distant Whispers

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The ration line stretched around the corner of the Ministry, a snake of wool coats and mud-caked boots moving with the slow, grinding patience of men who had nothing left to lose. The heat shimmered off the asphalt, bending the light until the distant fence of disputed stones looked like it was melting into the earth. Girma Bekele stood at the back of the queue, his hand clutching a streetcar...

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