The Distant Threshold

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Chapter One Efua Achebe had not slept in three days. She sat in the archive, the kerosene lamp gutting low, casting a yellow pool over the jade pendant. The object was cold. It hummed against her palm, a vibration that traveled up her wrist and settled in her teeth. It was a sound like a sewing machine running at full speed, a rhythmic clatter that drowned out the printing press through the...

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