The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

The light in the quarantine bench was the color of old milk, thin and sour, filtering through the cracked glass of the dome greenhouse where the cocoa beans were dried under the watchful eye of the foreman. Aminu Lawan remembered the way the fog had stopped the boats on the Lagos Lagoon three days prior, a physical wall of grey that held the town in a suspended breath, the flag rope slapping...

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