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		<title>A Manifesto of the Tethered</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amarachi Okeke]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2025 13:02:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The hut reeked of stale breath. The sour air pressed against Anaka’s nostrils like a second skin. Smoke curled from a rusted iron bowl in the corner, thick with the smell of burnt leaves, dried piss, and something sweet going to rot. Anaka’s knees were pressed into the gravel, and he felt the sharp bite of stones through the skin of his knees. The torches hissed softly on the walls. No wind moved. He was sweating. The villagers stood around him in a ring, quiet and watchful. Their faces were streaked with charcoal and ochre, unmoving in the flickering firelight.</p>
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		<title>The Wait</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Unity Powell]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>There are days when you feel like you woke up in the middle of something. This was one of those days. The shrill sound and deep vibrations of my phone alarm dragged me out of my sleep, like a fight I didn&#8217;t sign up for. I reached around blindly until I found it under my pillow. I overslept. Again. Another rushed, careless morning. I washed up quickly, rummaging for leggings, a black camisole, and something, anything, like a colorful cardigan or jacket. The cute jacket was my attempt at expressing style, a small gesture to show I cared about my</p>
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