The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Act I "You are late, Kofi." I stood in the doorway of the Guild Master’s office, the rain still slicking the cobblestones of the Niger delta outside. The air inside was dry, smelling of old paper and iron. Adaeze, my wife, waited in the debt-slavery quarters below, her hands red from the treadle of the sewing machine she worked until dawn. I had saved for three years. Three years of riveting...

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