The Distant Threshold

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2026-08-24 16:25:11 -

Act I My spine cracked again, a sound like a dry branch snapping under a heavy boot, as I bent to sign the cocoa ledger. The ink was cold, damp with the morning mist that rolls off the mangrove shore, and it smeared where my fingers trembled. I am Efua Mohammed, inspector for the match factory, though today I am only a man trying to keep his back from folding into himself. The weight sits on my...

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