The Wistful Silence
Chapter One The river gorge at the Niger inland delta held the town of Sulekete in a cold, grey grip, the water so still it looked like poured concrete under the overcast sky. The border industrial park hummed with the low, constant thrum of machinery, a sound that vibrated in the teeth of anyone who worked the night shift. Aminu Mensah, thirty-two, stood on the rooftop of the dormitory block,...
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