The Pale Shadows
The bell was silenced, and the silence that followed was heavier than the coal dust that coated the inside of Kwesi Achebe’s lungs. "He is not to touch the loom again," Kwesi said, his voice flat, stripped of the deference he had shown for the past five years. He stood in the office of the mill foreman, Obi, a man whose face was mapped with the same deep lines as the dried riverbeds outside....
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