The Distant Cartograph
Chapter One Tesfaye Nyembo’s fingers, stained with the grease of the motor works assembly line where he had spent his youth, now hovered over the carbon copies in the Ministry’s restricted wing, the air heavy with drying wind that split the fruit on the highland slopes outside the window. He was thirty-two, and the vial of amber liquid in his breast pocket hummed against his ribs with a low,...
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