Imagine warm ash underfoot at the dawn of humanity. In the quiet of an eastern African morning, a small band of people pauses. Smoke curls from a fire, and the sweet scent of roasted tubers fills the air. They are guided only by the stars and the stories passed from one generation to the next—a time when memory was the only map. These first steps would eventually become the great migrations tha...
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