The Wistful Cipher

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Chapter One "You’re the one who drank the harvest dry," old Dawit spat, the wine still staining his teeth, his voice cutting through the roar of the drums and the sharp, dry cold that settled into the joints. I stood at the edge of the feast in the highland village of Wollo, my gendarme’s tunic stiff with the day’s dust, listening to the whisper that had followed me for ten years: that my...

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