The Distant Journey

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Act I Chinedu Garba was forty-two, and his hands shook too badly to hold a pen steady, a fact he kept hidden behind his sleeves. The air in the house was cold, but it carried a scent that did not belong to the damp wood or the stagnant river air outside. It was the smell of burnt sugar, faint and cloying, rising from the floorboards near the fireplace. He had noticed it for three days, ever...

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