The Wistful Campus

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Chapter One The memory of the lathe’s voice at dinner still hummed in Dawit’s ears, a low, grinding whine that had outlasted the meal and the men who ate it, long after the plates were cleared and the oil was wiped from the gears. He stood now in the drizzle outside the Addis Ababa loom factory, the wet cold seeping through the thin wool of his coat, looking back at the gate where he had been...

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