The Distant Nightmare

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Chioma Yaro’s hands were black to the wrist, the ink from the rejection notice soaking into the creases of her knuckles as she scrubbed them in the basin outside the High Court. The water ran red, not from blood, but from the rusted pipes that groaned under the weight of the sea fret, a dense fog that erased the mangrove shore and swallowed the town whole. She was thirty-four, and the debt for...

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