CHAPTER 22 : WHERE THE NEEDLES SLEEP

There was a silence in the desert that didn’t belong to fear.

It belonged to peace.

The kind that doesn’t ask for applause. The kind that lets you disappear and still be remembered by what you left growing behind.

Naya sat cross-legged in the shade of a clay compound in Gombe, the hem of her skir...

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