The Faded Frontier
Chapter One Chioma Sani was a census enumerator for the Lagos mainland, a job that smelled of wet cardboard and the metallic tang of fear, and I knew that the ink in the well would not dry because my blood had refused to bind to the paper. The scriptorium of the Iron Abbey was not a place of prayer but of administration, a cold, stone-walled office where the state recorded who lived and who...
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