The first time Amara saw the Spirit Market, Lagos was asleep beneath heavy rain.
The street should not have existed.
She knew every corner of Oshodi from years of selling fruit with her mother, but tonight, between two broken buildings, a narrow road stretched into darkness glowing with red lanterns.
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The Spirit Market Comments