The Pale Verdict
Chapter One Looking back from the quiet of the empty house, Aminu Garba knew the weight of the medal had always been a lie, a heavy, cold thing that crushed the paper it was meant to protect. He was fifty-two, a retired border guard whose knees had finally given out under the strain of standing watch, and he stood now in the archive of the old quarters, a space where the air tasted of dry dust...
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