... As the cries of gong faded away, two figures conversed fierily by a cheery fire.
The wind howled outside the hut, ruffling the palm branches of the thatched roof as Ada warmed herself by the flickering light of the ancient stove. Shadows danced across the walls, and the crackling of logs punctuated the tense silence. “I can’t believe we missed the third Eke dance festival,”...