The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One Babatunde Achebe scrubbed the rust from the hinge of the smokehouse door, the metal grit biting into his calloused palms, while the rain drummed a relentless, physical rhythm against the corrugated tin roof. He was thirty years old, a clerk at the Colonial Registry, and the script tattooed on his forearms was currently churning, the black ink shifting like oil on water as he worked,...

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