The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The Jubilee hall smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the river’s decay, a scent that clung to the back of Yakubu Agyapong’s throat as he stood on the dais, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sudden, terrifying blankness where his wife’s name should have been. At forty-five, he was a cook on the cargo ship The Delta’s Edge, a man who knew the weight of a sack of rice...

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