It was the time when the rush for spoils filled a corner of the forest with the yelping of hounds, the cracking of whips, the flaring of torches. The appetites let loose were satisfied at last, shamelessly, amid the sound of crumbling neighborhoods and fortunes made in six months. the city had become an orgy of gold and women.
Will you hold me
₦2,500.00 ₦2,500.00The voice is original, plain, pained. The context borders on the gothic. The effect is to reveal both magic and menace as being present in the ordinary.
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