The Faded Road
The air in the housing estate tasted of wet concrete and old debt. Kojo Lawan woke with the taste of jade in his mouth, a cold, hard pulse against his tongue that matched the frantic beat of his own heart. He was thirty-two, and the Guild Master, a man who had once taught him to read the ledgers, now refused to clear his father’s name. The technicality was a clause buried in a contract signed...
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