The Faded Chronicle

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Chapter One Babatunde Abubakar stood in the doorway of the customs shed, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ledger in his chest, and he knew with a clarity that felt like a blade against his throat that the gold ring on the buffet table was already beginning to tarnish. He was forty-two years old, a professor of linguistics who had spent three...

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