The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The ferry queue was a slurry of wet mud and waiting bodies, and I was counting the hours until my hands stopped trembling, a task I had been performing with grim diligence for the better part of a year. My name, Chinedu Darko, was stamped on the quarantine ledger in ink that had begun to blur, a bureaucratic erasure of the man who had once held a scalpel with the steadiness of a mason’s trowel....

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