The Distant Affair
Chapter One Kwame Boadu, thirty-two, wakes with the taste of copper on his tongue. I live at thirty-one of the Rope Walk, where the rain has beaten the mud into a paste for seven days. I want to finish the seal for the city’s data archive by Friday to secure my promotion. What stood against him is the Archive Director’s suspicion that my intuition is unauthorized necromancy. The glyphs...
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