The Distant Summer

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"The neem tree is gone, Ayesha. The roots are dry as bone." I woke with my mouth full of dust, the taste of the dry wind that had cracked the clay pots in the courtyard all night. It was not a dream, exactly, but a fever-shake, the kind that settles into the marrow when the body fights a heat it cannot name. I sat up in the narrow cot, the springs groaning under the weight of my thirty-four...

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