From the window of her new apartment, Arishat could see that the forest beyond the outer palisade was now ablaze with red, orange, and yellow foliage. So much labor had gone into transforming their camp on the beach into a town that she and her people had barely taken note of the shifting season. Through sunshine, wind, and rain, they had carved out a generous chunk of the coastal woodland, using its abundant timber to erect buildings which they plastered with white clay and roofed with thatch and bark. ...