The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The carts groaned on the cobblestones before the light broke, a rhythmic grinding that shook the dust from the eaves of the tithe barn. In the West African river town of Kente, the air smelled of wet clay and the sharp, metallic tang of the quarry lakes that fenced the settlement. Akosua Owusu, thirty-two, stood at the edge of the Shattered Line, a jagged scar of black glass that hummed with a...

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