The Faded Apartment
Chapter One In the damp cellar beneath the trading post, the air tasted of wet wool and old iron. Efua Achebe woke with the taste of ash on her tongue, the black porridge from her dream still coating the roof of her mouth, a heavy, cold weight that refused to dissolve. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, the skin rough and cracked from the winter chill, and looked at the bowl on the...
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