The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One The reclamation yard hummed with the low, metallic groan of rust settling into itself, a sound that vibrated through the soles of Ibrahim Frimpong’s boots as he stood before the office door, the eviction notice folded into a tight square in his left pocket. He wanted the dispatch desk, the warm glow of the radio console, the authority of the voice that sent trucks across the state...
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