Reflection in the Crimson Mirror by Jonace Manyasa
Two days after the final sound of gunfire had been consigned to the past, Ayo found the mirror. It had been concealed under the cinders of the Kamanga council hall, where its ragged edge now took the sun as a warning flash. It was not whole, the shattered triangle of what had once held truth tainted by soot and time.
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