tossing and turning in bed, struggling to sleep after a long, grueling day of work. He c

ing hair, and a pink silk robe cinched at the wa

m off balance. For the first time in ages, he felt vulnerable. His fa

in the pink dress lives

of Okala to the west, since I've never s

'll head to Okala and lo

is head down on the pillow, stretching out his arms

or in his small cabin bathroom and the sharp edge of his axe, he shaved off his bushy beard and neatly trimm

d fragrance on his armpits, neck, cheeks, and broad chest. He even added a few drops

boubou, paired with a brown kufi hat, a

village, as lively and noisy as ever. Charcoal sellers, butchers, fishmongers, tailor

a slim, dark-skinned girl around eighteen, with curly ha

o regroup, standing in a corner and pondering his next move. A trio of ki

ed up with a commanding tone, "Hey! I know someone

ed against scolding him. Instead, he focused on what t

s! Tell me!" the lumber

ht ahead!" the boy pointed

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