A beat-up truck with dark windows and no license plates pulls into the main market of Miragoâne, a hardworking coastal town in Haiti’s southern peninsula. The no-nonsense government commissioner, Jean Ernest Muscadin, steps out into the fierce August glare and shoulders his rifle for a patrol. Bald, clean-shaven, and muscled enough to fill the sleeves...
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