The Wistful Skyline
Chapter One Babatunde Oyelaran looked back at the empty site from the vantage point of his car, the engine ticking in the heat, and remembered the weight of the silence that had finally broken. It was a sound like wet sand shifting under a heavy boot, low and persistent, rising from the bedrock of the Niger inland delta where the karst towers stood like broken teeth in the flood. He had wanted...
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