The Distant Crown

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The Distant Crown

Ama Abubakar’s fingers slipped on the wet parchment, the ink running black down his palms as he stood in the courtyard. The rain fell upward from the cracked flagstones, a cold mist rising to soak the grey sky, a sign the ancestors were angry. He clutched the manuscript to his chest, the paper slick and heavy, knowing his father’s funeral was tomorrow and this text was all he had left. The...

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