On the Run – 2

2 The night air was thick and heavy, carrying the scent of damp concrete and frying palm oil from the late-night roadside stalls. Afam had spent nearly twelve hours playing the dutiful inspector, but the real work began when the barracks went quiet. ​At 11:30 PM, he slipped out of his quarters. He wasn’t in…...

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