The Faded Dust
Chapter One "Put down the pestle, Mwanaidi, and look at me." The voice was thin, stripped of its usual gravel by the damp that seeped through the stone walls of the infirmary. Mwanaidi Alemu did not look up. His hands, stained brown with the crushed root, worked the mortar with a rhythmic, desperate grinding that shook his forearms. He was forty-five, though in the flickering light of the...
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