The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One What does it cost to be free of a name? The question hung in the air of the docker’s mission, heavier than the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of November light. Fatima Nwosu, forty-five and wearing the grey wool of a border patrol officer, stared at the gaming board inlaid with bone and brass. It sat on the table before Chief Okafor, the mill siren testing the noon silence...

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