The Golden Circuit
Chapter One Chioma Lawan scrubbed the grime from the silvering of the mirror, his hands raw and red in the cold water. The reflection did not move until three seconds later. He wiped the glass clean, revealing the dusty linoleum floor and the long table of the boarding house, where a voting token of a defunct colony sat next to a plate of cold stew. He was forty-two, an archivist of the old...
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