Chapter 11 Blood at the threshold

Chapter 11: Blood at the Threshold

The shrine at Naivasha had never known violence. Not in the centuries since its carving, not through war, not through drought, not even through the slow decay of memory. It had stood as a place of peace-where fire could be honored, not feared.

But peace was no shield. And memory was not enough to stop what came

            
            

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