The Faded Bouquet
Chapter One The highland air held its breath, sharp and cold after nine days of rain. Neema Alemu stood before the bronze mirror in the granary office, her reflection a ghost of herself, eyes hollowed by the debt that sat on her chest like a stone. She was thirty-four, a clerk of minor rank, and the weight of her sister Lila’s death still pressed against her ribs, a phantom limb of grief that...
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