
THE HOUR OF judgment has come upon me, and my hope for redemption is pegged on a needle, sorcery, and a razor blade. If all fail—no, I will not think of that possibility. “Adala, Adala, look, the stool of loyalty is here.” Nyanaga’s excited voice breaks into my thoughts, and I watch passively as my […]
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