The Distant Summer

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Act I "Is the quota met?" The question hung in the dry heat of the archive room, a cold weight against the back of Emeka Okonkwo’s throat. He looked up from the ledger, his fingers stained with the grey dust of old paper. The air conditioning unit in the corner clicked, a rhythmic, mechanical death rattle that did nothing to cool the sweat gathering at his temples. Outside, the Accra sun beat...

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