The Golden Song
Act I Emeka Adeyemi had been a clerk for three years, a fact that weighed less than the debt he owed to the man who owned the harbor chains. He stood in the archive, the air thick with the dust of forgotten wars, his fingers trembling as he reached for the sealed crate. The Chief Archivist, a man named Kofi who valued silence above his own breath, watched from the doorway. "You are shaking,...
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