The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The heat in the Niger delta did not rise; it sat upon the chest like a wet wool blanket, pressing the air out of the lungs before it could be drawn in. Kwesi Mensah, twelve years old and burning with a fever that had no name in the medical texts his father kept, stood in the shadow of the chariot maker’s yard, his fingers trembling as he held the vial of Atlas Tonic. The liquid inside was a...

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