The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

Aminu Agyapong owed forty shillings to the tram line, a debt that sat in my chest like a stone I could not swallow. The sirocco had blown for three days, turning the shingle beach into a field of rusted nails, and the air tasted of iron and sickness. I worked the opium registry office, my hands stained yellow from the tincture, my back bent over the treadle of the sewing machine that hummed...

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