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“A crazy country, choking air, polluted hearts, treachery. Treachery and treason.”
― Naguib Mahfouz

“Dotawo was a kingdom in decline, a shadow of its former self. Gone were the days when Yusifina’s ancestors ruled a vast land stretching the length of the Iteru, from the Sixth Cataract in the south to beyond the First Cataract in the north. Civil war, famine, plague, and invasions had ravaged the land, gradually reducing Nubia to ruin over the centuries until nothing but the rump state of Dotawo remained. The splendid cathedrals and opulent palaces fell to ruins, swallowed up by the desert or overrun by nomadic invaders. The Golden Age of Nubia’s glorious past was little more than a memory. As a child, Yusifina had heard tales of their legendary ancestors, the Empire of Kush, that once ruled over Egypt and expelled the Persian and Roman invasions. Now, they were a mere fragment of that once-great civilization, withering into obscurity and teetering on the brink of collapse. Even a small band of raiders out of the desert might be enough to topple the regime.”
― Yisei Ishkhan, The Tales of Abel and Mitra: Part I