The Wistful Crossroads
Chapter One Abdi Alemu remembered the weight of the ink-stone before he remembered the heat, a heaviness that had settled into his marrow during the long, dry months of the bad year, when the salt roads dried up and the border town of Addis felt less like a place and more like a throat closing around his breath. He stood now in the highland estate, his hands trembling as they hovered over the...
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