The Wistful Mirror

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Act I In the highland heat, the air hung so still it felt like a held breath, heavy with drying mud and the sharp, metallic tang of the tobacco cutter’s blade. Amina Juma stood before the Chief Magistrate, her scribe’s robes stained with the indigo ink of her trade, holding a petition that had taken three years to draft. The man behind the desk, a figure of rigid bureaucracy, did not look up....

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