The Distant Affair
Act I "You are to sign the manifest, Officer." The voice belonged to Kwame, the senior auditor, who stood in the doorway of the loft under the tin roof, his breath pluming in the sleet that hammered against the corrugated metal. The air inside smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the Vexley monkey-wrench hanging on the wall, a tool Efua Agyapong had not touched in years. She sat...
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