The Faded Guest
Chapter One Where is the hand? Yakubu Ansah stood in the parlor of the debtors' prison, the air thick with the damp chill of the Niger delta. He waited for General Kofi to speak, but the silence stretched, heavy as the wet snow that had trapped the region for days. Kofi looked at the floor, his boots polished to a dull shine. The washboard rhythm from the next room thumped against the wall, a...
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