The Distant Wound
Chapter One Aminu Okonkwo stood on the wet cobblestones of the loading dock, his hands still trembling from the cold, as the first cloudburst of the season turned the slate hills into a mirror. The air smelled of wet wool and iron, a sharp, metallic scent that clung to the back of his throat. He adjusted the collar of his uniform, the fabric stiff with sweat despite the chill, and watched the...
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