The Faded Root
Chapter One Kwesi Frimpong stood in the queue at the municipal office, the smell of damp paper and stale sweat hanging heavy in the air. He was thirty-four years old, a border patrol officer who had not slept in three days, and he held a grain jar with the seal still intact in his left hand. The jar was cold against his palm, a small, solid fact in a world that was rapidly dissolving. Behind...
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