The Distant Journey

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the weight of the damp air pressed against the telegraph exchange windows like a physical hand, muffling the rhythmic clicks of the operators inside. I stood on the shared staircase, my boots heavy with mud, looking up at the office door where Director Okafor sat, his back to me, the silence between us growing thicker than the fog outside. My father,...

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