The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Dawit Nyembo’s fingers worked the frayed hem of a woolen tunic, his eyes scanning for the weaver’s flaw in the light that slanted through the market stall’s open side. The air in the town of Kesh was thick, the electric pressure of a storm that had waited too long on the scree slopes above, making the footing on the packed earth feel treacherous and loose. He was forty, a wool grader by trade...

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