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... Kilwa. The morning light cast long shadows over the rubble that once formed homes, temples, shops, and lives—now reduced to dust and memory. The salty air carried the scent of the ocean, but also the sharp sting of blood and smoke. It was a city on its knees—and yet, it breathed. It lived, just barely.
The returning warriors did not pause to rest. There was no celebration, no feasting, no trumpets—just silence and motion. Boots crunched on broken stone. Voices were low and firm. Hands, r ...
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