The Pale Path
The estate blocks of Nairobi hummed with the low, grinding frequency of eviction notices stapled to doors, a mechanical thud that echoed through the fen-like streets where the sky stretched wide and indifferent as a frozen sea. Ljubomir Markovic, thirty-two, moved through the dust-choked air with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man whose body was already a debt to be collected, his hands...
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