The Faded Quadrant

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The pension check sat in Yaa Bello’s pocket, heavy as a stone, while he stood in the hallway of coats and bicycles, listening to the wind tear at the shallow roofs of the old quarters. He remembered the day he had first felt the pulse in his left hand, a rhythmic thumping that mirrored the ticking of the clock in the insurance office, a sound that seemed to come from inside the bone itself. It...

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