The Distant Machine

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The highway cut through the cocoa dust like a scar that refused to heal, carrying the heavy trucks of a trade that had outgrown its own geography. In the shadow of the new interchange, where the air tasted of burnt rubber and wet earth, Kofi Danso stood watch at the sealed northern gate. He was thirty-four, a border guard whose hands were mapped with the calluses of a man who worked with...

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