The Distant Whispers

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Act I Fadumo Mekonnen’s fingers bled against the cold iron of the interrogation table, the pain sharp and grounding against the low, constant hum of the ventilation shafts. He was thirty-two, a border guard with fifteen years of service, and he wanted only the final promotion that would secure his retirement, a small, concrete thing that the state was currently refusing to grant. The room was...

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