The Faded Dust
Tesfaye Kebede sat on the wet concrete of the ferry queue, his spine a jagged line of pain that had not healed. The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet, turning the highland mud into a slick mirror that reflected the low, heavy sky. He was thirty-two years old, and the municipal housing authority had flagged his file for psychological non-compliance. They said he hallucinated. They said the...
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