The Distant Whispers

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Act I Emeka Achebe had not slept in three days, a fact that made his hands tremble as he adjusted the rearview mirror of the hearse. He was a funeral chauffeur, a man who drove the dead to their final rest, and he was thirty-two years old with a pension fund that had been raided by a corrupt administrator two winters ago. The city of Lagos was a sprawl of leased lives, a concrete maze where the...

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