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From the journal of Agent Hempstead I must have looked exhausted, though my steps still felt light. I had been walking for almost two days beneath the hot Kenyan sun, making my way toward the coastal city of Malindi. A kind family waved me over from the roadside, offering shade and a cup of cool water from a nearby well. My inability to refuse generosity led me to their home. A small, humble place, but one they had made their own. We exchanged a few pleasantries, though th

Every weekend, garage sales and estate sales move millions of dollars’ worth of goods. Shoppers come and go, treasures are claimed, but...