The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Akosua Danso’s fingers wrapped around the ceramic bowl, her knuckles white against the rain-slicked pavement of Accra, the water pooling in the cracks of her shoes. She was thirty-two, a private investigator by trade, though in this city, that title was less a profession and more a way of keeping the debt collectors at bay. The bowl was cracked, a thin fracture running through its glaze, and it...

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