The line grew longer.By midmorning, more vehicles had arrived at the foot of the mountain. They were not luxury convoys or government escorts. They were ordinary cars coated with road dust, commercial buses, motorcycles, and even an old pickup truck whose faded paint had almost disappeared beneath years of use.Word had spread.Not through official announcements.But through whispered phone calls.Messages between relatives.Old friends who had spent decades searching for answers.They came carrying photographs, birth certificates, diaries, newspaper cuttings and faded memories.They came carrying hope.Samuel stood beside Amara, watching the crowd grow."I thought they would come demanding justice."Amara looked at the faces before them."They're asking for something even harder.""What?""They're asking for the truth."A temporary shelter had been erected beneath a cluster of ancient trees. Wooden tables and folding chairs were arranged in neat rows. Grace, Nathan and several of th
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