The Wistful Crossroads
Chapter One "You cannot bury a ghost in the dirt, Abena," the voice said, not from behind her, but from the wet mud at her feet.‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠‌‌⁠​‌‍‍‌​⁠​​‍‍‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌‍​‌‌‌‍‍​‌‌‍‍‍‍​‍⁠‍‍‍​‍‍‍⁠⁠‍‌‌‌‌​‍ She stood in the grey slurry of the Ashanti border, the rusted key in her father’s hand feeling heavier than iron, colder than the sea fret that erased the town’s edges. The wind carried the...
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