The Pale Shadows
Can you hear the foghorn? It cuts through the ice like a knife through cold fat, and the dog in the squatters’ camp answers it with a bark that sounds like a bone breaking. I am Folake Achebe, and I am thirty-two years old, though the damp in my joints makes me feel a century older. I work the docks, handling the animals that come off the river boats, a job that smells of wet wool, blood, and...
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