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Prologue: The City That Doesn't Sleep
Johannesburg hums at night, a city alive with dreams, desperation, and unrelenting energy. For Nomtha, a young woman who once believed this city would unlock her future, its neon lights now feel like mirrors reflecting her failures. As she sits alone in her apartment, the city's sounds filter through-laughter, car alarms, a faint saxophone melody. She looks out over the skyline and whispers, "Angazi," to herself. I don't know.