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One autumn, the drought arrived, followed by the Tozo —the Great Dust. It began as a copper haze on the edge of the plains, a silent wall of earth rising to meet the sun. The elders whispered that the Tozo didn't just carry sand; it carried the memories of things that refused to stay still.

"Hîvron, come down!" Azad screamed over the roar of the gale. HГ®vron Hema Bu Tozo

By the time Azad reached the roof, the space where she had stood was empty. There was no body, no footprint—only a lingering swirl of dust that tasted like wild thyme and rain. One autumn, the drought arrived, followed by the