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Chapter 71: The Echo in the Static

作者: Amaka
last update 公開日: 2026-04-29 17:58:10

Owerri greeted us not with the chaos of the reservoir, but with a silence that felt like a held breath. It had been three months since the "Last Broadcast" in Lagos. The news cycles had moved on to other scandals, and the name "Vane" was now a footnote in medical textbooks, usually preceded by the word disaster.

I stood in the center of my old 200-level broadcast studio at the university. The equipment was new—donated by the "Bliss-Favour Foundation"—and the red "On Air" light felt less like a
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