HEIRESS OF NYANZA

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heavens formed a boundless expanse of profound black, speckled with shining stars. Having grown weary from their daily labors, the villagers had lo

rhythmically grinding dried leaves with a pestle since childhood, and it was soothing. She donned a plain brown tunic made of rough yet comfortable mater

knowing eyes. "My child, you have become quite skilled," she said softly, her voice i

of her identity or origin, she had always known that she was different from the other villagers. The only indication of her past was the golden cresce

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ion softening. "In every way that co

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ng, "No more questions tonight." "Rest is a

provide answers. Sapphire had learned to stop asking the woman, who had always kept secret th

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ficult to sleep. She gazed at the wooden ceiling, her thoughts in turmoil. Just as her eyelids became heavy, a dista

he ordinary. With her heart racing, she approached the tiny win

hands, torches flickered, lighting up the faces of villagers who had been awakened from their slu

, she turned just as Mama Zubaida came into the room. The elde

thundered in her ear

Mamas Zubaidas Stimme klang drängen

r flew open and a soldier charged in. His dark eyes fixed on Sa

heated up with an unknown energy. The soldier's gaze momenta

he one!"

er into the soldier's face. As he stumbled back whil

ground. Shouts erupted behind her as more soldiers pursued. The village was in turmoil-fire licke

ow where she was heading. However, something heavy hit her from behind as she got c

rmor shining in the firelight, was the last