The waning moon remained high despite the approaching dawn. It grew fainter and fainter as a young man watched its slow movement across the cold sky. As he sat on the rocky dunes overlooking his village of partially sunken tents on a floodplain of the Nile, the adolescent boy wrapped his arms around himself.
He had been unable to sleep. A strange uneasy feeling had awakened him and kept him awake through discomfort. Apparently, he was not the only one as two of the women were up unusually early to perform the morning tasks of stoking the fire for cooking breakfast and grinding the tough grains that would make part of the meal.
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