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Chapter 4: Breaking the Chains

Author: Ms_lardeh
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-01 06:33:45

The bus screeched to a halt, brakes hissing like an angry snake. Its headlights washed over the crowd—faces tight, mouths hard, bodies forming a wall across the dusty road. The dust swirled in the light, turning the air thick, almost sacred, as if the village itself was holding its breath.

“Promise Nwoko,” Elder Bamidele called, staff raised high, his voice trembling with age but still commanding. “Do not move. The oath binds you. Cross this line and the curse will follow you to your grave.”

A ripple of murmurs ran through the crowd. Mothers clutched their children tighter. Young boys tried to look brave, puffing out their chests. A few of the elders began a low chant. Someone in the back cried aloud, the sound sharp enough to slice the silence.

Promise’s fingers tightened around her bundle until the cloth cut into her palms. Her legs felt hollow, like they might buckle under her. For a heartbeat she was a little girl again—sweat-soaked, feverish, Mama weeping at her bedside while
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