The Distant Threshold

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The salt air of Mombasa hung heavy over the textile mill, a grey haze that turned the far harbor into a rumor rather than a place. Inside the factory floor, the looms hammered a relentless rhythm, beating the dust from the air and into the lungs of every worker who stood beneath them. I stood in the middle of that chaos, clutching a torn page from my father’s ledger, my knuckles white against...

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