The Golden Visit
Chapter One The slate hills of the Ethiopian highlands split open like old bone under the weight of a season that refused to break, the sky a low, bruised ceiling that pressed the squatters’ camp into the earth with a dampness that seeped into the marrow. In the company store, where the ledger closed with a finality that echoed the silence of the empty shelves, Dawit Kebede stood before the...
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