The Golden Farce
Chapter One "Seal it before the thaw breaks the road," the dispatcher’s voice crackled, thin and cold, cutting through the static of the handheld radio. Abena Bello adjusted the strap of her vest, the weight of the brass compass in her pocket pulling at her hip. It was a heavy thing, her brother’s, the only thing that had survived the fire at the temple. The rain in Lagos was not the gentle...
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