The Distant Nightmare

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Act I The walls of Oshodi do not hold secrets; they consume them, and the black sap that weeps from the mortar is the only witness to the debt of the living. I am Zainab Oyelaran, thirty-two, a senior warden in this mist-choked prison on the river, and my hands are stained not with ink but with the viscous, cooling residue of the dead. The heat shimmer on the road outside is a physical fact, a...

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