The Golden Circuit

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The brass compass in Kofi Garba’s pocket had stopped spinning, which was a new and terrible silence, and it had happened only after the glass face shattered against the hard earth of the Niger delta, a sound like a small bone breaking in the quiet of the night. He remembered the day he left Lagos, standing at the edge of the fence where the bamboo hills swallowed the sound of the city, holding...

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