The Golden Quest
Kwame Okonkwo remembered the weight of the bone comb in his hand, the way its missing teeth caught the light of the shrine like broken teeth in a mouth that would not close. He was thirty-four then, a border warden for the caravan city, a man who had spent his life measuring the distance between what was allowed and what was wanted. The debt to the temple granary was a physical thing, a stone...
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