Dawn smoke drifts over the Red Sea. Twelve thousand years ago, a small band presses forward. Salt crusts their lips. Ash stirs from a dying fire. Step by step, humanity leaves its first home, driven to populate the earth. They will stop only where the soil is fertile, where seeds can meet sun and water. In a muddy field, hands press grain into dark, rich silt. In a sun-baked room, a scribe scr...
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