The fragrant smoke of incense bathed the room known to hold the clasping and clenching of the Mansa's many Hands, blue-grey against the white tapestries which draped across each wall and the crimson of the words of Faamaba's Mandate emblazoned across the lot of them. Nestled close to the...
It is said amongst those women who pace the gilt skybridges of the hanging palaces, that Tsara the Unforesakeable was the daughter of the Faamaba dethroned by Nebu the Prophet--may his name forever bring fair winds. As they sip their bissap, ever mindful to not stain the pearl-lacquer of their...
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