In the middle of a brutal drought, two strangers appear to Xareed, bringing even stranger miracles.

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    “I heard they walked.”

    Xareed peered across the baked earth toward the nurse’s station. The strangers were a white man and woman, wearing practical khakis and baseball caps. They didn’t look like they’d walked. It was possible, but it was thirty dry kilometers to the next village. These people looked fresh, almost moist, like the reeds that grew by the stream in his old village.

    “It’s like they sprouted from the ground.”