The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The river town of Keta woke early, the smell of roasting plantain and diesel oil mixing in the humid air as the trade diaspora moved through the market stalls. Men carried baskets of yams; women haggled over the price of indigo-dyed cloth, their voices rising in a chorus that sounded like the creaking of old wood. Babatunde Adeyemi walked against the current, his hands shoved deep into the...

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