The Faded Alibi
Chapter One The market in Debre Tabor moved with the heavy, rhythmic drag of commerce in a town that had forgotten how to breathe, sacks of teff shifting against the mud-brick walls of stalls where the air hung heavy with roasting coffee and the damp chill of the highland morning. It was a place where money had the weight of stone, and every transaction was a negotiation of survival, a daily...
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