The Wistful Asylum

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You have no right to stand in my doorway and count the grain in your own hand. The rain fell on the tin roof of the greenhouse module, a steady, metallic drumming that drowned out the hum of the drip irrigation system. Yakubu Ansah stood by the glass, his fingers tracing the condensation, feeling the grit of the soil beneath the plastic sheeting. He was thirty-four years old, and he had kept...

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