It's 1915 and suicidal Nathaniel Lewis is plagued by ceaseless migraines, nightmares of a gray-haired child, and relentless letters from his loathsome friend. As his life slips apart and the old friend draws nearer, Nathaniel's grim reality is laid bare.


In Kubra’s Vodun Hut, behind the iron window bars and sun-faded sign that dolefully promised REAL AUTHENTIC WEST AFRICAN MAGIC AND CHARMS, Kubra was all vodun and Nahantsi was the little boy. Not her little boy, of course. Just the little boy. Of all things that would never be, Nahantsi would never be her little boy ever again.

Estimated Reading Time: 45 minutes

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