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The huts were on fire. The village was ablaze. Menalik looked up from the wet ditch and praised his mother for having insisted that he hide. He felt like a dog. He should be standing up to the invaders like a warrior. But he was a boy, just thirteen. He looked across the river and saw a woman fall to the ground. His eyes closed. He could not help it.
