The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The Niger delta was a white expanse of mud and rot, the thaw having turned the surveyor’s roads into a slurry that swallowed wheels and men alike. Forty-seven of the Old Brick kilns stood empty in the distance, their chimneys dark against the grey sky, counting the days of a town that was already gone. I stood at the edge of the ferry landing, my boots sinking into the mire, clutching a ledger...

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