by tundemdlrx
In a drought-stricken world where water is rationed by tokens and hope is a death sentence, Efiok survives each day on synthetic glue and guarded canteens in Corporate-owned mega-buildings ruled by Shango's thunder. When the gods finally answer, The sky turns wrong. Alarms scream to stay inside. No one listens. The first drops fall. And something long buried starts to tighten around his chest like a noose. Hope is dangerous. It always was.
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