The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Act I In the highlands, the air is thin enough to sharpen the edges of things. I had been in London for three years, but my lungs still remembered the altitude of the loess cliffs, the way the wind carved dwellings into the earth before the city was paved over with concrete and silence. My name is Dawit Omar. It is written in blue ink on a document that expires next month, a slip of paper that...

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